How To Write? I usually start off with a word and work out things from there. This is a silly question for someone who has spent her entire life wallowing in words. But it still remains a painful process – the constant etching and rearranging, the rebuilding and the breaking, the beginning and the leaving.… Continue reading How To Write?
There were a million cicadas singing the song of summer, the heat piercing the skin but warming the heart; the jovial ditty serenading the exhilarating ascent ahead. It was my second peak. The moment I decided to leave, I left for good. Whether it was because of heartbreak or boredom, I could not recall. Perhaps… Continue reading Strangers, Friends, and Mauyog
If there is a single word I could use to describe myself right now, it would be ‘floating.’ I have levitated, yes. It is clear that I have taken the leap. But I am suspended mid-air. I’m not there yet. I haven’t really defined what ‘there’ should be. As a child of spontaneity, I have… Continue reading Tales of A Night Walker