My toes slant at an acute angle. They are like a family of five; dad, mum and a line of three children ages eight, six, and four. My toes take the shape of a pan flute held together by a sisal rope. Which means if I did the moonwalk, spun and finished it off with…
Day #18: A Day in Lockdown
Weekday It always starts with Tiara. She wakes me up at 7:15am. She never forgets. She’s a consistent servant, always on the right side of my bed. But I’m not that disciplined. I turn away. I tell her to shut up. I ask her not to bother me. I tell her to find her friends…
Day #17: Best Advice (so far)
I’m rumbling on and on about how unsure I am of the things I’m doing. I tell him I’m afraid. “I’m scared,” I say. Things don’t seem to be going my way. The waitress places a cappuccino on my side of the table and for him, an espresso. That’s how he likes his coffee. Bold…
Day #16: Playing Guitar
I was 11 when I saw my classmate Mark play the guitar. He held that instrument like a jewel. He strummed it with the innocent right hand of a child. His fingers were like rubber when he pressed them against the strings. I’d drool at how he played those chords. Mark would lead us to…
Day #15: Letter to Younger Me
Look man, lots of things will happen. At 21, you’ll watch Steve Jobs commencement address to Stanford University graduates. He will say, “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” At 26, you’ll get the…
Day #14: Gifts and Ideas
We’ve got to understand why we are giving a gift. Is it to celebrate something? Is it to honor an occasion? Is it to appreciate someone? Is it to show love? Is it to build friendship? Is it to make someone happy? Is it to apologize? Is it to surprise the recipient? Is it to…
Day #13: 13 FAQs
When are you coming back home? I don’t know. With covid_19, let’s take it day by day. Do you have a white girlfriend? Does it matter whether I have a white, black, orange or pink girlfriend? Why are you still single? All my attempts at previous relationships have not worked out. Do you want to…
Day #12: How To Write A Useless Story
I’m sorry folks. If you thought you’d come here for something mouthwatering, something utterly engaging and awfully unforgettable, I hope I don’t let you down. I hope I don’t leave you hanging by a twig, wondering what you just did here. The truth is, I’m clueless. I don’t know what I’m about to write. Which…
Day #11: No Easter Plan
Today was supposed to be the first day of my Easter Holiday plan. This is how it should’ve unfolded. I’d find my way to the city of Venice. I’d take a boat ride on the canals that twist and turn around the city, dipping my hands in the water, calling swans and ducks my way…
Day #10: Puppies or Kittens?
Before I met Vitos (whose picture is up there), there was Rebel. Rebel was hairy. It had eyes that spoke of danger, a physique that sprayed fear. But if you went close to it, you’d see a dog that wanted friends. It allowed me to stroke its back and head. It’d sit at my feet….