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We are coming from the funeral. Mother sits beside me in the car. She tries her best not to cry, but I can still hear her. Then again, it is so quiet in the car, I could hear a spider spin its web. All her efforts to remain strong in front of me were long quashed. Nothing seals the finality of death more than a coffin descending into the ground.
In that moment, it dawned on me that I would never see him again, that it was truly the end. I was forced to let go with each descent of the coffin. It was like watching him die for real. I wished I wasn’t there to see it. All I could do was cry helplessly.
I maintain my gaze through the car window. I avoid looking at mother, otherwise I will also cry. Continue reading “The Man Within, Chapter 1 – a novella excerpt”
Who doesn’t like pasta? It’s quick to prepare, tasty, and one of the best starches to incorporate in vegetarian meals. It’s always my go-to when I don’t feel like labouring in the kitchen. Plus, it’s only with pasta that I can cook truly good, but effortless vegan dishes.
This recipe may not be vegetarian, but it takes seven to ten minutes to cook the pasta, and around thirty minutes to cook the entire meal – who would say no to that?
How to make the meal
Continue reading “Homemade Meals For The Busy Guy: Warm Pasta Salad With Pan Fried Chicken Breast”
Beware of the mermaid – a she-devil lurking in the lake in waiting for her prey, much like the crocodile, with only its beady eyes and snout to hint at its being.
The mermaid doesn’t give herself away though. She remains hidden, no, obscured as if she and the water are one. By the time you see the waves caressing your feet and you feel her inauspicious presence, it is already too late.
She appears on the lake surface in all her glory and terrifying fury. You hardly notice the hair, long, straight, glistening and black as coal; the skin, pale as milk, gleaming and smooth as polished marble; or the tail, long, powerful, smooth as a dolphin’s and more reminiscent of an eel than a scaly fish, with muscles writhing and catching the morning glow.
You also don’t notice that she is at once the most stunning and most frightening creature you have ever seen. You don’t notice these things because everything happens in a blur. Continue reading “The Malevolent Mermaid – a Zim folktale”
My garden enticed you from afar
Its open gates, a stairway to bliss
You imagined sprawling on the lawn, with the sun kissing your face
Being caressed by the water lilies as you dabbled in the pond
And being lost in the embrace of the entrancing fragrances
But the grass stained your clothes and the sun burned you raw
And the roses showed you how their prickles sting
You forgot that hydrangeas are pruned to maintain their resplendence
That the petals remain firm only when the ground is watered Continue reading “Demystified – a poem”
When you have lived alone for some time, you get comfortable; maybe too comfortable. It hits you one day that you can walk from your bedroom to the shower in the buff. No need for that annoying towel you used to wrap around your body to be “decent” in front of your roommates or siblings.
Heck, why even bother to wear clothes at all, you ask yourself one day. And especially in the hot summer months when you wish you could peel off your skin, let alone your shirt and pants. How liberating would it be to move from the shower and straight to your work desk? Is this an epiphany? Something obvious? Or totally crazy? Continue reading “Home Alone Nudist: To Be Or Not To Be?”