Little Moments

She didn’t tell me that the lights would go off, that All will come to an end. I didn’t know That the music will sound bitter one morning, That the leaves will fall from all the trees, And that the smiles will usually be Unhappy. She didn’t tell me. I found my old friend again:…

To Draw Like A Child

Children, when given a blank piece of paper, an array of colorful pencils, and are told to draw something, anything usually start with scribbling in a yellow sun on one of the top corners of their little canvas. Then they will draw a thin strip of blue as the top border and a green strip…

The Misfortune of Growing Up

I recently came across one of my old diaries from when I was nine years old, and while reading my accounts of a vacation to Mexico, I concluded that children aren’t much different from adults. Although the diary dated back to almost a decade ago (it’s a miracle that I still have it), reading my…

fenced delicacies

How I stash away my food, like a squirrel stowing nuts for a dark day of hibernation. you with your sticky fingers and runny noses and greedy mouths would go to any heights just to get a taste of my delicacies. maybe I need to wire some fence made of hard language; that usually puts…