There are so many things I want to do with my life. I realise I will not be able to do them all, but why not start with one?
When I was growing up in the 2000s, the Internet was only in its infancy. Every other day, I…
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Just the other day, Guilt was having dinner with her best friend, Shame.
Shame had already drank 5…
A short story.
A cafe in Paris. How romantic.
The waiter — a typical Frenchman: dark hair, dark beard, scarf — had said “Bonjour Madame” instead of “Bonjour Mademoiselle” as she came in.
Did she really look that old?
What had given her age away? Maybe it was the brand…
Why go on?
Why keep trying?
- Ad Astra (2019)
There’s a short story called “The Victory” by the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, Rabindranath Tagore. It’s about a poet.
He lives out his days as a court poet to his king, reciting and…
I remember it was a sunny day.
I was sitting at the back (or the front — I forget) of my grandfather’s motorcycle, feeling the breeze as he manoeuvred his way around town. The rhythmic hum of the engine filled the scenes that were flashing by in front of my…