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A door to opportunities found and loves lost
fun fact, when I wrote this, the ending was different. I wanted the protagonist to stay in the room with this person but then I chose to make them leave together, it was the edits I made two years later that made me realise that a healthy relationship is not one that stays with you but one that opens you up to embracing new possibilities.
Association
It was a silent drive back home, I had met my partner and the sun was setting, a particularly pretty shade of orange. Filled me with melancholy but it also felt surreal. Like an out of body experience. That expanse of road was meditative and I realised that I must pen this down, I must pen down how sometimes we meet people that are meant for us in ways that are beyond superficial and are almost… if you may allow the little wordplay, supernatural.
Adrift
The narrative relies heavily on dialogue, I wanted the reader to feel like they were tuning into this conversation rather than being an observer. I want the reader to listen to the characters, to hear what they have to say about their lives and memories rather than watch. Be a part of this conversation. Rather, eavesdrop.
3 am inspiration - a poem
Such is the nature of inspiration, it makes us try new things, like make someone who writes prose dabble with poetry.
It started with a quick note I made on my phone
“I had a bad dream so I woke up but now I have this idea, 'impulsive decision making, where its this chaotic energy and there's planning but most importantly the strong urge to DO, to SEE, to CREATE and for just that moment feel epic and larger than life, like I am bursting with inspiration and with every thought it gets crazier but better and that leads to action and that one impulsive decision pulled me out of my slump or maybe added spice to your life”
This is what fuelled me to write the poem, that one moment where I let everything go and put into words my feelings. "
Pattern
I wrote this script when my dog was going through his treatment and the vet told us surgeries and strong medications will not help him much because of his age. To make the most of time we have with him since he is ageing. I would fear waking up to something bad and I would hate falling asleep because that would mean another day passing and the time slipping away. I wrote this one to process my emotions because in all honesty, when it comes to a loved one, is there ever a perfect way to say goodbye? Can farewells even be perfect?
Are you real?
It just feels like I
made you up.
An attempt at script writing that made for a better story than a script
She is a dream, I am a dreamer
This piece is supposed to be vivid but at the same time not very coherent, it is a dream after all. The scenes and scapes feel real but the narratives hardly ever make sense.
On dancing and dreaming
Just looming anxieties of whether the things I want and a successful career are things that go hand in hand. Will my creations become my legacy or be forgotten like I forget myself if I were to become a part of the corporate rat race.
This story has meant different things to different people, I was touched when a voice artist reached out to me and told me how this resonated with them since they had to give up on their dreams of dancing because of an injury.
It all started from one late night text message
“It was this once famous or like successful person drinking away their life and a whole monologue on dreams, dreaming, achieving said dreams, and incorporating my interpretation of sandman and how dreams are made of glass and they shatter and I wanted to end it with the sound of bottle shattering against floor, like did they die? Did they pass out?”
I wrote a letter to my husband’s mistress because sometimes I feel that I am her
Sometimes commitment is not enough, because commitment in all its essence is just a 10-letter word. Sometimes you feel like you are on borrowed time and sometimes the borrowed time feels stolen. A letter to learn to empathise but not forgive. An honest experiment to test my limits of empathy.