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Swallow Island
I opened my eyes with the sun pounding on my face like a nagging mother. My parched mouth resembled a barren desert, and a throbbing headache sent my left eye twitching in spasmodic unease. The bedside clock taunted me with its 8:27 AM display. A stream of consciousness came upon me as I turned my…
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Weigh Anchor!
I live in a city renowned for its ethnic and cultural diversity. My apartment building stands as a testament to this diversity and inclusivity. In the basement units, Black, Indian, and Arab tenants reside, while on the first floor, white Canadian families, and I, live. The two floors above mine are home to Asians, Latinos,…
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Of fire and regret
When I was about 8 years old, I unintentionally created the perfect conditions to set my buddy Jacobo’s house on fire. It was a sweltering late summer evening, around 7 pm. The stage was set for a family-friendly disaster, and here’s how it all unravelled. My older sister burst into our parents’ bedroom, her face…
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Sliver of time
Only one flash, one night, one gaze into your eyes, one leisurely stroll in the park, one kiss, a heartfelt conversation, one cherished memory – just one. Only one and all of them. And all of them condensed into a singular timeless moment. Your body swayed in perfect harmony pressed against mine, a dance to the…
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Manifesto
Push my limits and go beyond my edge, I will, so long as my lungs drag breath. Honour the memory of my departed and desperately miss all those who had to leave, because I count myself so lucky that they spent any amount of time walking by my side. End once and for all my…
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Deeper than the Mariana Trench
I’ve come to terms with my solitude. The silence has become the best vehicle for my thoughts and feelings to resonate and hit like darts. I don’t want anything…well almost. Perhaps just the sweet breeze on my skin while I am sitting by the water. A few moments of beauty, peace and serenity every day.…
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The great equalizer
I have no doubt that aging is a great equalizer. No one can escape it unless you’re J-Lo, William Shatner, or Dracula. It’s impossible to ignore the cumulative impact of life’s daily encounters, the lessons learned, the trials faced, and the moments of joy and sorrow. Sooner or later, we’ll all stand before a mirror,…
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Rats in the train!
Growing old is a bit like getting in an overnight train ride. Think about it. You fall asleep as the train departs from the platform, and you awaken the next morning when enough distance and time have elapsed. Fast-forward a couple of hours, and now you’re sitting there scratching your belly, attempting to make sense…
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First ever blog post and by the way…time’s a stinky beast
I can’t recall where I was or what I did on the day I turned 40. It’s been almost four years since that day. The only thought that might have crossed my mind was something like, ‘Fudge, I’m the same age as old people now!’ However, a part of me has always kept me blissfully…
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After 40 And Never Too Late
Life starts > 40
