I wrote a poem. I called it Connor. I woke up to a beautiful day. A day beautiful everywhere but inside my mind. Last night, I had seen the water shimmer white, though in nothing more poetic than Chlorofluoro light. The shimmer on the water was still beautiful to behold for my restless sleepless soul….
Category: Dear Diary
Dear Diary: Waking Up to a Viral Apocalypse
As i emerge (temporarily) from my Corona-induced breakup haze, i seemed to have missed most of the second season of the India Apocalypse. Season 2 seems to have a wave of international sympathy-mingled outrage at this tragedy of mismanagement. I had quarantined myself from all News until I wandered into chat rooms for the clinically…
Dear Diary: The Brave New World
Warning: Too personal to be of any value to anyone. As I write this, I am on a sleepless bed, my mind ravaged and subjected to the vagaries of corporate rat-racedom, if there was ever such a word that can better signify stress. But this time, I like to believe that I had a choice,…
Amel Rahman 