Dec 15, 2020 | Prose
With a stronger sense of verbal articulation, I have taken the role of being Ved’s voice for this article. He began by narrating the events that his mother narrated to him growing up, which introduces the origin of his Autism, and his journey with it thereafter. Ved...
Sep 21, 2020 | Prose
Dear Covid 19, As I look outside, I no longer see the world. I see a poor excuse for a world intertwined with small features of what my memory permits me to recollect. People’s faces painted with unease and mistrust, masks covering our mouths and cold sanitisers...
Jul 21, 2020 | Prose
Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree. Cris-crossed the tree, trying to catch me. Bunny ears, bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side beautiful and bold. It is a Wednesday; I am sure of that. But it appears I have forgotten how to tie my...
Jul 5, 2020 | Prose
1. All of the day before, I’d walked from Marpha to Lete keeping on the west side of the river, on the gently undulating, gravely motor road. On the other, east side was where the winter trail ran, threading tiny little-known villages hidden in the cypress forest or...
May 30, 2020 | Prose
In my mind art falls on a spectrum of ‘that which is to be consumed by people’ to ‘that which is only to be consumed by the maker of the art’. Wherever it falls on the spectrum, all art, I believe, at its core is made with the itch to express oneself. The desperation...
May 23, 2020 | Prose
I believe that emotions and opinions are important aspects of learning. It is important to have opinions. One should have more than one opinion. And one should also have the freedom to change them without having to be branded as ambivalent or fickle. This way when a...
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