Eating Money

In the year 2040, we will eat money, and in the night, we will hear the clink of coins and ruffle of notes inside of us.

A Place of Quiet Objects

If there’s anything that you must hold on to for dear life, it is your memory. It is a reminder of a life lived, albeit etched with suffering and hardships.

The Art of Drowning

I learnt the art of drowning at the delicate age of ten,⁣⁣⁣⁣
when I was neck-deep in the toilet bowl, gasping for breath,⁣⁣⁣⁣
my voice reduced to flailing arms.⁣⁣⁣⁣

One Morning

Once upon a time, a morning had chanced upon me, as I sat curled on a cold bench wishing life away.⁣
And lent a little glow to the otherwise dim and somber day. ⁣