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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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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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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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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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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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Interested Applicants Must Shower and Apply
I’m always curious to know what it means when the people, or let’s be real, the Internet diagnoses two people as ‘mismatched.’ I mean, there are definitely things that don’t work well together: apples and oranges, hot cheese on ice cream or like, me and pigeons. →
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Super Brown Girls, You Have No Future
Aunties don’t like our butts, they don’t like our boobs, and they don’t like our blemishes. A well endowed girl is vulgar, a well made up one is a slut, and tanned girls have no marriageable prospects. →
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I See Dead People Every Night
I see feathery carcasses on the floor: mangled remains of monstrous black birds, their wings slashed and guts spilling onto the grey marble. →
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I Won’t Sit In Grass But I’ll Eat It (‘long as it’s organic)
Rape, trauma, globalization, elections, cheap burgers, expensive salads, two story planes, the ebola virus, acne medication, daddy’s credit cards, abandoned castles, automatic traffic lights, endless highways, and amidst all of these, people who don’t know where they’re going. →
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“If You’re Going To Have Two Faces…”
You know those people who walk around with their heads high and look like they’ll slap you if you say hi? I’m one of them, or so I’ve been told. But, I’m nothing like that once you get to know me. I have a big mouth sometimes, I’m outspoken and sometimes tactless. All my flaws →
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Take Me To A Deserted Island…
If you were stranded on a desert island, whom would you want standing by your side? Calculating the value of people is simple; just put two perspectives. Walking in to a room with sunshine in your hair and brilliance in your smile is easy. Anyone, and I mean anyone can fake a smile. I’ve met →
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How To…Tell If You’re A Clingy Best Friend
7 Signs That Show If You’re A Clingy Best Friend 1. Speed Dial Cling On – Your best friend has been given a dedicated key on your dial pad, so you can contact them in the space of seconds should an emergency arise. For example, your hairdresser cuts your hair an inch too short and →
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Mementos Are No Good. “You want remember, so just remember” – Janet Fitch
I don’t know Why is it the world Works this way? * It used to show: You’d lie asleep, curled Never imagining It would be taken away * The highs and lows Did never manage to unfurl Your secret looks, Your kisses and your smiles Bright as the day * I wonder why, just now →
Nayab Malik 