Objects In the Mirror

“Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear,” she whispered to herself as the wet road whipped passed and the urban panorama flashed and flickered like scenes from a vintage film. The world seemed to have cast itself in black and white today with very mundane shades of gray in between. The words “closing time”…

Street

  I stood on the street, watching tiny cracks in the window glass spread out like fingers. I stood on the street, watching this web etch itself. I stood on the street, rooted to that one spot of ground. I could hear the wind whisper secrets in an unfamiliar language. I strained to hear, as though…

Contrast

  Brown girl in a white world. White girl in a brown world. Which one? Both. How can that be? Contrast. Yellow sunshine splashing through my bedroom window. Smoky blue haze scattering across the landscape of my mind. Yellow – the colour of hope. Blue – the colour of beyond, the beyond never reached, though this doesn’t stop any of us from…

Sharp Objects

Sharp Objects Gillian Flynn Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the murders of two preteen girls. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful…

The Room

The Room by Jonas Karlsson Bjorn is a compulsive, exacting bureaucrat who discovers a secret room at the government office where he works–a secret room that no one else in his office will acknowledge. When Bjorn is in his room, what his coworkers see is him standing by the wall and staring off into space…

Defining A Mother’s Love

Why do mothers love their children? Do they love them as extensions of themselves? As their own ‘creations’ …? As living expressions of the love that conceived them? Or …? None of these explanations satisfy me. A mother’s love goes beyond: pregnancy and gestation embody – symbolize even – a mother’s love. During pregnancy a…

Breach

  We live – the three of us – in an 800 square foot flat. In some corners of the world, that would seem spacious, and definitely welcome. I do find it quaint, and bright and sunny. The wooden floors give it character and the large lattice wall enclosing the terrace gives it a certain…