Incidents

Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

I started writing in a journal/diary because I needed to vent. I needed to share my feelings and thoughts and I used to be a child with no friends with parents determined to let that status remain. I was afraid if I talked out loud about the tales in my head, I'd be deemed a… Continue reading Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

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Balderdash Thoughts, Incidents

“It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside”

SO my friend sends me sends me an audio message this morning about how de-sensitized he thinks he has become for a period of time, how disconnected from everything and distant from everyone. I listen to the message, my upper lip curls and look around for a while. I don't remember the last time I… Continue reading “It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside”

Incidents

Coming to you, straight from the ice-box (I)

I know it is hot outside, trust me I do. I was the same person who was sweating all my salts and water out in the morning, I do remember. But if you remind that to my fingers now, they will give you the stare of a lifetime, because, I..my dear folks..am frozen. I am doing… Continue reading Coming to you, straight from the ice-box (I)

Balderdash Thoughts, Incidents

Standing Still

I wonder how stubborn and rubbery some of us are. How truly incorrigible. Unbreakable, infinite. History comes and goes, time and again, repeating itself, punishing us for the same mistakes over and over and we still stand there. Tall as ever, been hit so many times but still alive; breathing, smiling, laughing. It's that permanent… Continue reading Standing Still

Incidents, Medicine: Year 4

What’s your Room No. ?

Why is it that moving crowds make me feel so horribly crippled and so devastatingly stranded? Stay there for a minute or two and see them all moving on, while you are waiting for that one thing. Standing, invisible and unseen amongst everyone you know. Low self-esteem? Nah, sometimes it's just a simple observation So… Continue reading What’s your Room No. ?

Balderdash Thoughts, Incidents, Medicine: Year 4

“Okay, what does ‘okay mean?” “It means, okay, I hear you.”

I've had people as my friends. Few, but yes, there have been some. And I have always observed the exact same pattern with all of them, since I have been the same person and have attracted the exact same kind of people. Amazing people. Everyone was different. They were all strange and exotic in one… Continue reading “Okay, what does ‘okay mean?” “It means, okay, I hear you.”

Incidents

Back to Basics

There's a little something I call...Back To Basics. It is basically the assumption that we all become that one person in our life when we are, about somethings in ourselves, all we could be. And it happens when we are young. And then times pass we grow up. Incorporate all those changes and experience in… Continue reading Back to Basics

Balderdash Thoughts, Incidents

There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough

I was brushing my teeth the other day, looking in that foggy, droplet-stained mirror so early in the morning when the pictures started to move in my head so thick and fast. Childhood. I don't care about that era, just like I don't care about the teens that passed. I don't even remember being a… Continue reading There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough

Incidents, Medicine: Year 3

Cleopatra and Alexandria and Sawyer in my Fortress of Solitude

Now who are these three additions to my sweet sweet life? These are the some really persistent visitors. To understand them one really has to understand a bit about my room I chose it on an impulse. All my friends including Sidney and Kate got rooms in this really secluded corridor and wanted me to… Continue reading Cleopatra and Alexandria and Sawyer in my Fortress of Solitude