In Memoriam of the Stars in my Heart

Days after my grandmother's passing, I racked my brain for words in her vernacular that I could use to write a witty eulogy. Apparently, the only word that I can recall is "langgam" which means bird in her mother tongue and ant in mine. I’ve met my grandmother only twice as we live islands apart …

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Of Mermaids and Starfish

"She filled her lungs with refreshing sea air." Every time I read this beautifully crafted sentence by Elizabeth Thornton, one of my favourite authors, I take a deep breath and pretend the air is a salty breeze rather than the chilly air from the air conditioner in my room. It always feels so soothing to …

Rising from the Depths: A Memoir

For my dear friend, Mikhail (1997-2014), I would have neither the strength nor the courage to turn my life around had you not visited me in my dreams and reminded me how capable I am of pursuing what sets my heart and soul on fire. Thank you for making me believe in myself again. I …

3 AM Reflections – 20 April 2020

I was wide awake around 3 AM reflecting on, well, writing, debating, and a little bit of life. As a creative writer, I find that playing with emotions is essential. And it did well for me back then. I'm in a different realm whenever I'm writing stage play scripts and essays. I was even able …

On Writing Poems

I never considered myself a poet. I can be poetic, but I am definitely not a poet. I write poems for English class, but I don't do it for leisure, unlike the prose I write. I can spend hours and days researching and writing scripts for stage plays, but I struggled to write a sonnet. …