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The Memories of Travel: Thailand

Reluctance to travel, or is peace too chaotic to deal with? Red-eye flights and sleepless nights. Home away from home? Glorious sea and…

Sep 26, 2023

The Memories of Travel: Thailand

Sep 26, 2023

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The Memories of Travel: Boston

A cold winter, that cold which creeps in silent as a ghost and chills your core. Warm streets. Downtown. Unoduego. Small Airbnb rooms with…

Aug 28, 2022

The Memories of Travel: Boston

Aug 28, 2022

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The Warmth Of Closures

As a precarious teenager, I carried along with me an entitled notion of deserving closures for all those loose, unresolved threads of life…

Aug 18, 2022

The Warmth Of Closures

Aug 18, 2022

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13 Things I will remember you for

That quiet mischievous smile, always twinking of an unspoken prank. (And not once telling us in the middle of a frantic search that you…

Jan 14, 2021

13 Things I will remember you for

Jan 14, 2021

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The preposterousness of choices

To put it mildly, the idea of love is a mockery of your sanity in epic proportions. Do we really know who we want and why we want them…

Jul 26, 2020

The preposterousness of choices

Jul 26, 2020

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The fancifulness of solitude

Living alone is vehement. It is taking the Hubble telescope and zooming it on the darkest corners of your heart and not cringing at the…

Oct 27, 2017

The fancifulness of solitude

Oct 27, 2017

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The Theory of Hearts

It begins with a dull ache, a seemingly small ditch you can jump over and get on with your life. You count the minutes as you traverse the…

Dec 7, 2016

The Theory of Hearts

Dec 7, 2016

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The Ephemerality of Meanings

We have our loves and our fleeting intimacies which make us feel belonged. We have words and memories, all enmeshed in the starry-spangled…

Aug 7, 2016

The Ephemerality of Meanings

Aug 7, 2016

Words and Wisps

Words and Wisps

I write to emancipate my solitude from my loneliness. I write to articulate what I won’t express. I write because it’s my personal haiku. I write because I can.

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