How Are You

How are you. I just realized that I haven’t been asked that question in so long. Stuck at home since February, every day is a survival game. I feel as if I am hanging by the thread, doing my best not to irritate the thin balance by adding more tension. How am I? It is…

Something Meaningful

* * * Running in the highest heat of the day makes me envision a lone cyclist racing through a deserted road in the middle of a desert. The burning heat of the asphalt quickly raises my body temperature enabling me to sweat to my heart’s content. The heavy weight I carry in my heart vanishes…

Blueberry Mornings

The phone rings. It’s a video call from my cousin in Korea. I don’t pick up. It’s my usual response to phone calls. I rarely pick up incoming calls unless it comes from my direct family. You can imagine that my phone stays silent most times. Instead, I message her about 30 minutes later. She…