“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.” ― Neil Gaiman
I had a neighbor who used to write, and paint, and read a lot. His bright house looked like a museum, decorated with his own paintings, and words collected from his own wise life. His wife was a great cook who loved feeding me some soul-stirring food from her kitchen. To me, they were the live examples of creative people full of life and optimism. I frequently presented them as example when friends called creativity “dark” and “lonely.” Continue reading “Optimism in Creativity”
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. ― I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
March is not my favorite month. Every year when the month starts, my Facebook news feed gets crowded with copied quotes on “What women want.” As if everyone figured that out already. Then on 8th of March, all of a sudden some women start posting gym selfies with different slogans: ” Love your body. Exercise and drink water,” “Love yourself today, go shopping,” “Be fit. Sky is the limit,” “A Beautiful woman draws strength from trouble, smiles during distress and grows stronger with prayers and hope. You are one of them. ” Continue reading “What happens in March”
I know some people have multiple faces. You just have to blink while talking to them. Acid smiles. Random Kindness. And then they turn to someone you never could know. Continue reading “Identity Crisis”
“It’s all about window dressing. She’s just decorating her life with lies. Why are some people so fake?”
The question arrives along with two cupcakes and a pot of ginger tea. It’s still spring and afternoons are not really for tea breaks. But I’m here, meeting an old friend, discussing old stories. Mostly about people. Because people always love discussing about other people. We’re
cursed blessed that way. Continue reading “Window Dressing”
Watching films on Netflix is not one of my most favorite hobbies. But I love visual arts, performance arts. They’re so visceral. Continue reading “Netflix and My Top 10 Favorite Films”
What does this photograph mean to you?
I often find myself looking for meanings of a moment. There is a neighborhood church across the road. It displays beautiful words on some cloudy mornings. Sometimes I try to remember those words to find their meanings in daily life. I’m not a very religious person, and we’re not talking about religion here. Continue reading “Meanings”
I always wanted to build a library. A library of my own.
I love collecting books, referring to my favorite lines, going back to read between the lines to connect missing dots. But I’m a traveler, I travel light. I don’t want to leave books in a trash, sell them to a stranger who won’t love them the way I want them to do. I’m a possessive lover of my favorite books. Continue reading “Love is a new book”
On Google she found everything that she wanted to know; every answer, the colors of rainbows, the analysis of her favorite poem, diet plan of Gwyneth Paltrow, the designer of Claire Underwood, recipe of tres leches cake, phone number of her regular pizza place, direction to that ex-boyfriend’s latest house, tips to lose 5 pounds in 5 days.
Continue reading “Googled”
“Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.”- George Eliot
Continue reading “Under Winter Sun”
Some stories don’t have a beautiful beginning, or an end; sometimes a beautiful road doesn’t start with a clear sign of what we are going to perceive there. Some journeys are about not knowing the beginning, or how to reach the end. It’s that randomness of present and future that makes everything more compelling. Continue reading “whatever will be, will be”