When i was younger, I'd eagerly await the stroke of midnight when my trusty Nokia 9210 would buzz off with happy birthday text messages...

I had expressed hope to complete my post on marriage at our 2nd month... this later became the 3rd month when life got in the way and...

Morning Salt shining behind its glass cylinder. Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum. The cat stretching her black body from the...

an old stump is good for sitting and resting. come, boy, sit down. sit down and rest. Do you know, that even in the darkest of times,...

While reading Neil Gaiman's introduction on the writing of stories I realised it has been exactly one year since I first bailed on...

Last year I ventured to Geylang Serai with Wati when she one day asked if I was open to visiting the night market with her. Neither Wati...

In many parts, the writing resurgence here was spurred by (a) life-related developments that have led to a dearth of writing...

All my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. Letitia made the brilliant...

I type this as I casually dissect a large avocado at my desk for what would be my second lunch of this workday. hello there and welcome...