The black box

(life writing attempt)   I will tell you all my secrets, but I will lie about trivial things. Firstly, you have to believe in fairy tales, which meant nothing to you when you were young. And yet, you hid some free-range eggs underneath a blanket, thinking that a dozen baby chicks would hatch. But they Read More …

Trouble every day

I switched over to online blogging in 2004. At that stage, self-pity and spontaneity were evident in writing—phases of not capitalising ‘I’ and not capitalising after a full stop. I remember the exact path that I walked and danced on. Online blogging (or diary-keeping) is revolutionary. When looking at the entries from 2004, I noticed Read More …

London Particular

I was watching the reflection of the water shimmering on the wooden fence. The movements signal inconsistency and unpredictability, which are a sheer symptom of life’s mental instability. And yet, we have to accept it as it is. Whenever I hear drunk laughter and shouts, I tend to turn away because I don’t understand. There Read More …

Don’t try

I have officially lost interest—another three weeks. Last week was ‘Snap out of it’ and this week, ‘Get a grip.’ Who knew life was that hard? I wonder how non-Saturday children feel. Does life crush upon their heads just as hard? I wonder how much it hurts them and whether that injury leaves scratch marks. Read More …