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Clothesline

You are my clothesline. The anchor, to my waves.The weight, to my restless tendencies. Read more

If you let me choose,I would choose to experience this moment – from a perspective that is close and yet… Read more

Whenever I feel alone, or sad, or like I’m missing home,I think of you. When I want to come back… Read more

I love traveling; going solo this time around, I realized that it’s a more reflective process, an inquisition on the… Read more

Fear is a spotlight. It casts light on the work we need to do. Read more

Everything changes and ends. Things do not always go according to plan. Life is not always fair. Pain is part… Read more

Carved with intentions. Lines.Intertwined. Read more

A friend once told me: The grief you feel is proportional to the love you’ve felt. Read more

Dear Dadu, I miss you.And while missing you, I wonder what do I mean when I say “I miss you?” Read more

I fixate on beautiful things. Read more