Category short stories

cat’s in the cradle.

Papa. You’re the only person in this world who let me grow my hair the way it was. Outlandish, all over the place and never straight – and you never complained about it. You’re the only person who would sit down with me at 4 in the morning and watch football with me – even […]

turning tables.

Tell me why, my effort wasn’t enough // tell me why, it’s my fault when I am your problem // tell me why, I am the cause of this, when you did it yourself. How do I write a letter to you // I’ve not seen you in awhile // and I won’t for a […]

madness in spontaneity (WW)

do you ever feel like, doing something yet not wanting to do it? It’s not quite the same as sitting down on your chair and wanting to go get a cup of tea; of course I still want my cup of tea, but the thought of me getting up and hunting for that teabag makes […]

I sit here. 

I’m sorry, I promised an F1 post to be uploaded on Monday (it’s Wednesday now, and I have another one to post tomorrow)- and I’m sorry I can’t fulfill that promise – for reasons I don’t want to share. It dawned over me in the shower, when I blog – I realise I release a […]

melting pot.

Time check: 22 52; the air-conditioned has cooled down the house and doesn’t feel like a hot sauna like it usually does, and my tea is hot, but cool enough to take more than a sip at one-go. Must be the milk that I put in (yes, milk goes in my tea). Yes, I am […]