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Is Your Man Trynna Go Back in the Way He Came Out? If so, read this
*no desi mamas were harmed during the writing of this piece, though if some of them have read it, they’re probably on their way to the hospital with swooning problems and fake anxiety attacks. Good luck, mamas – your 28 year old baby boy is still stuck to his umbilical cord, just the way you… →
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‘Denial.’ def.: She’s Dead and I Can’t Write About it
I want to write about my poor obese grandmother lying on her back with her mouth slack and her hair damp in a shabby government issue hospital bed, illuminated by a single flickering fluorescent blue ceiling light that can’t make up its mind. →
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I Have Not Forgotten You
This is for you, hungrily hunting for anyone/anything that will make your heartbeats sound like festival music and not a funeral march. →
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Oh, For The Love of Foundation!
“Lekin, this will make you look daaark!” She whispered the last word as if it was an oath and she was an 8 year old child. I was bemused. →
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Welcome To My Night of Relentless Horror
I wake up with a jerk just as my door opens and an old woman walks into my room. She looks at me for a couple of minutes. I stare back, my mouth dry, my heart fluttering, trying to escape. →
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Bashing Me(mes)
There’s no future time to accomplish things and get goals done – it’s basically right now. Right now is all we have, so don’t nap. →
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I Sold My Soul And It’s Making Me Nervous
They adopt a certain paternally forbearing attitude towards new (young) female employees, all the while checking them out head to toe. Oh, I added the (most) earlier because I didn’t want to wake up to a tinny chorus of “not ALL men!” in the morning. →
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The Weeknd and Weird Racism
Strangers, strangers everywhere, and the dulcet tunes of The Weeknd in my ear: what a way to live. →
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Bye Bye Birdie
Now that I have no way of actually speaking to you, let me speak to you. Let me talk to you for a little while. Why don’t you make yourself a cup of coffee – even though it makes you sick – and settle in. This might take a bit of time. →
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To You, The Effortlessly Lonely
Understand that loneliness is not the absence of people. It is just absence. It is feeling like you have a pit where your stomach used to be, a well that keeps on sucking in any small moments of light and air that you might experience. Loneliness is greedy and it is selfish and it does… →
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Better Me Than You
Relationships, especially modern long term relationships, are as difficult as they are gratifying. Yes, you get the fabulous experience of always having someone to rely on and talk to and what’s more, they’re yours and isn’t that great? But then there are more insidious effects: you become so used to talking to them and relying… →
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Exploring Tinderland
Gabriel, 25, from Spain loves to read obscure German novels but Andrew, 24, from Canada writes complex and tragic haiku! However will you choose? →
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Shiny Things!
To you who doesn’t know how to love, and to you who effortlessly takes me for granted, oh, and to you who doesn’t even see me. To all of you, adieu. →
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London and I: A Tragedy (3/3)
Remember when I called you crying? And I said I’d had it: fuck the internship, fuck my degree, I’m coming home! You listened and then you told me to keep my head high. You told me I was better than the stupid anxiety, the isolation and the fear. →
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London and I: A Tragedy (2/3)
I had about 3 weeks left when it happened: I had an anxiety attack. You have to understand: I grew up with family and loving friends always around. I was used to sleeping next to and waking up with my sisters. →
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London and I: A Tragedy (1/3)
I collapsed while standing and couldn’t get out of bed for 3 days straight. My throat kept constricting, I couldn’t eat, and I threw up record amounts of pasty grey phlegm. There I was, utterly alone in my springy double bed, sedated with heavy painkillers, drifting in and out of miserable sleep at odd hours… →
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Lover Song
But here’s what I wonder: why must you teach me sharp lessons? I thought love was like falling into each other softly, not smashing headfirst into steely concrete and splitting heads open. We’re bleeding all over the pavement, don’t you see? →
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Inside Jokes
i miss all the secret places i found; you hid your scent in intricate hideaways in the palm of your hand or the back of your ear or, the triangle-hollow in your neck →
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Dear Abbu, Thanks for the Feminism
I have some Pakistani guy friends who on the surface appear to be educated, polished, but now and then, let slip such sexist remarks that I can’t help balk at. I’ve been told to not wear sleeveless clothing, that there’s a problem with my makeup, my breasts, my butt and how all of these are… →
Nayab Malik 