Author: Neha
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The Bride
Voices, separated by a floorDon’t dare tell her she’s worth moreThan what she’s been bargained for Hands have been shookBrooms to replace the bookThey change her look Her jhumka pull her downAnd with the weight of her gownThey hide her frown Freedom has a genderNothing wrong with selling herIf she’s the burden and you are…
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The overloadedness of the overtly overstimulating ordinary
On nights like today when I stay awake until an ungodly hour, I’ll often think about it’s foreseeable reprecussions. Because I know I’ll wake up the next morning regretting my decision. I’ll know I could have spent my time more wisely. Without enough sleep, I’ll be more messy, less diligent and careful, less patient. But…
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The exodus of an expected “exotic” experience
“We haven’t talked in so long!! But first I really want to know: how’s Singapore?!” “Aww yeah it’s so good to see you! I’m so glad we could call. And yeah Singapore? It’s been challenging but it’s…. it’s great! Yeah. I’m learning a lot.” I’m a 21 year old student from Canada on a summer…