Relationship
Friends
I am lucky to have known so many friends in life... Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
Family
It was one of those low-energy days—the kind where the bed feels like a warm cloud and adult responsibilities feel like a cruel joke. All I wanted to do was sleep and maybe sleep some more. But no, Fate (and my husband) had other plans. Today, we had to attend a visit—capital V, because this … Continue reading Family
Rewrite
For most of my life, I carried a story about myself that wasn't kind. I was the "spoiled girl," the one who had it easier than others, the one who didn't quite measure up to the struggles that defined those around me. It wasn’t a name I gave myself—it was handed to me, woven into … Continue reading Rewrite
Reunion.2
Walking into that reunion, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Twenty-five years had passed since I last sat in that classroom, surrounded by friends who spoke a language I barely understood yet welcomed me anyway. Would they remember me? Had I left a mark? Why had I come at all? And yet, the moment I … Continue reading Reunion.2
Reunion
Exhaustion
We never yell at each other, no matter how hard it gets. And tonight, we’re having a little celebration—not because things are easy, but because we’re still here. Still standing, still trying. The weight of our struggles sits between us like an unspoken guest at the table. "This being human is a guest house," Rumi … Continue reading Exhaustion
Trees
I watched a documentary about the Orang Rimba, a tribe in Indonesia whose very name, Rimba, means forest. True to their name, they live entirely within it, their lives woven inseparably with the trees. A newborn is given a guardian tree (Scyma sp.), while their placenta is buried beneath a Gonocaryum gracile tree—both of which … Continue reading Trees
Beauty
When I was very very young, probably 10 or 12, I used to want a flat stomach, low-rise jeans, and a cropped top. I grew up watching Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera music videos, where being skinny wasn’t just normal—it was the ultimate goal. And even though I’ve been slender most of my life, I … Continue reading Beauty
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