Perhaps slightly unnoticeable dents in the plastic would be better than glaring red swipes when it comes to missing someone.

The master’s tools cannot dismantle his house, but they weren’t always his, and they don’t always have to remain that way.

I avenge the wrongs done to me by venting them out as words.

Somehow it’s okay for us to go crucify ourselves on our own, while those Muslims in power maintain their privilege and comfort and organisational funding.

So how, I reflect, should we reflect (and therefore act) on Rohingya and Burma?

Then she realized what she had seen was not teeth. Instead, a silver sword sliced through the demon, cleaving it into pieces.

Scotland, a waterfall, surrounded by trees and branches, spilling through rocks and canyons.

My amma
pushed me out
into this world

But then again, I am a silly old man, and this story is not about me. It is about Bijoy and Radha, both of whom hated darkness.

How does one communicate online if the required tools only cater to a one specific but not-applicable language?