Are You Home?

A dwelling place, Not constant, But consistently changing; Never somewhere physical, But at some times; Time changes us, Redefines home for us From time to time. My bed, my toilet, My sweet spots, My computer, All of these spots, Transient, yet are still part of our memories. Fond, bittersweet, To abject homelessness, Home does notContinue reading “Are You Home?”

Bully

My dense glasses, my acne-filled complexion, trembling in my knees, the fear of walking out of the school’s gate. they are waiting for me. The terrifying thought haunted me immensely, infuse great fear into me. I did not do anything wrong, why are they after me? This question boggled my head for a time, three long years. “You there!”Continue reading “Bully”