With each passing second, my consciousness starts being lured away by the night’s lullaby on a loop. This has turned into a gritty struggle to squeeze a few lines out of the slumbering scribbler that used to trade places with me quite often. As another yawn invades the brain, it jolts the jaw enough to…

Sorry doesn’t make a dead man alive. It’s hard to recall how many times I’ve heard my mother repeating this statement whenever I’d committed a mistake as a child, and apologized. Maybe she meant it to reinforce the weight the word carries. Thereon, I strived to protect sorry from being used as an excuse. But…

To forgive or not to forgive, that is not the question, but if we know what forgiveness is. We seek its meaning by placing ourselves at the two ends of a line. At one end we seek forgiveness, and at the other end we grant it. These ends give us an illusion of grasping the…

Some days appear as a very concrete déjà vu. It feels like an accumulation of numerous events that shape it. You are engaged in a random activity when suddenly the inkling that you have witnessed this moment crawls across your nape to the back of your head, boring into your brain. You wonder if it…