The Good Girl Trap: How I Learned My Anger Was Never About Them

If you asked someone about me, they would tell you I am aloof, quiet, serious, soft-spoken, docile, and dumb. They might not mean the same thing, but all these adjectives point to one fact—I am not someone who confronts, fights, or argues. That's just not me. But there's one thing I have done several times … Continue reading The Good Girl Trap: How I Learned My Anger Was Never About Them

The Lost Decade: How Depression Kept Me From Growing Up

I turned 38 last week. To be honest, I am too ashamed to tell people my real age. Nope, don't get me wrong. I enjoy getting old. I have 70% grey coverage, so telling my real age might actually make me look younger in public's eyes. Still, I am never able to speak it aloud. … Continue reading The Lost Decade: How Depression Kept Me From Growing Up

What do you do the entire day?

I thought this was the patented question meant for homemakers. Very misplaced and ignorant, but a popular one nevertheless. My mother has been one, and I always felt sad for her, hence decided, whatever happens, I cannot be a homemaker. Not because it's easy, lazy, or comfortable, but because it's the hardest thing to do … Continue reading What do you do the entire day?

White Nights

This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you'll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes … Continue reading White Nights