Category Archives: Writing

Phase 1: Booking the ticket

It is raining cats and dogs while I am typing this. If this goes on for another 10 hours, we will all have to start rowing to get out of here. It has been so long since I’ve danced my … Continue reading

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The long journey

Is this fear? I though it may be this way. I could see the eagle soar. It’s been calling out for me. It feels good to be high up here. Looking far ahead, the view is breathtaking. All the pain … Continue reading

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This is Love

The breeze carried our secret And The time slowed down just for us The leaves rattled on And I could smell the flowers in the air I wondered why the sweetness in my cup of water And something whispered in … Continue reading

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Three days of joy and comfort.

We were barely together for three days. It took me half a day to realise you were gone. I was so happy on the first day because you felt so right. And you brought joy and comfort to me. Who … Continue reading

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Mother Gaia’s lullaby

Down it came. The temperature of air dropped slightly. Sound of the pouring rain in this concrete jungle. I miss hearing the raindrops on roof. And the smell of wet soil in the air. Nature has sent me a lullaby… … Continue reading

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Conversation with a 22 year old good looking Swedish

I was heading home and decided I should get myself a peanut butter waffle as I need to take my meds. Therefore, I needed to have food. The bakery I was going to is known for their waffles and there … Continue reading

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Conversation with a 5 years old intruder

I was seated at a corner having my own Fan Choy, minding my own business. Across me was the cashier where a mother was paying for a Lian Rong bun for her son, who seems to be  3 -5 years old. The mother was … Continue reading

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