I had a really good thanksgiving. I think my extended family has been trying to be nicer to each other since my grandma passed away. It felt like there was something missing this year. Still, I think everyone had a good time. My Thanksgiving started at midnight last night when I was making tiramisu. It… Continue reading HAPPY THANKSGIVING
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I don’t wanna blog. My brain doesn’t want to make real words. I just want to lay in bed and catch up on How I Met Your Mother. Tomorrow I have to go grocery shopping and figure out how to make tiramisu. Is that how you spell that? I think it is, but it has… Continue reading My Brain No Worky
I wrote this junior year of high school. The teacher had told us to write about something impactful in our lives and I wrote about when my family moved to India for a year. I decided to post this so we could get to know each other a little better. Also I’m too lazy to… Continue reading A Story From My Childhood
I almost forgot to blog. Its not my fault though. I got sick. Last night I was sobbing and dry heaving into a toilet. I think I have an excuse.
Gah. Words. No words. Miracles. That word. Yes. All the feels. Just watch it.
There’s this annoying kid in my math class who takes the bus with me sometimes. He always used to ask me about math class and walk me to my classroom when I got off the bus and it was the most awkward thing ever. And then one day he just stopped talking to me. And… Continue reading A Boy Watched Me Sleep on the Bus
No, I’m not currently a hijabi. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. A lot. Yesterday I got the “hijab talk” from my parents for like, the third time. I know I definitely want to do it. I just don’t know when. And I don’t want to do it just because my parents… Continue reading Hijab?
Our teacher gave us the prompt to write from the perspective of a bird and then this happened kthanxbai (It’s a bunch of journal entries) Birdcage Day 349: I’ve been trapped in this place for too long. My captors screeching offspring has grown larger. They think it’s comical to watch him hold me. He pulls… Continue reading Birdcage (A character study)
I wrote this last year in my Creative Writing class. I have no memory of actually writing this but I remember the only thing the teacher gave us for the prompt was the title “Lost and Found” and for some reason this is how I interpreted it. So…enjoy. Or don’t enjoy. I suppose that’s up… Continue reading Lost and Found (a short story)