Silence…
The unsaid. The unborn. Impregnated with words, feelings, so much of me. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Silence…
Tag: Guyanese
Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing
Somewhere in our backyard, I’m sure the roots of the old neem tree still plunge into the earth refusing to let go. The past is exactly like that, entwined with our being, adding to the equation which makes us who we are. Deepavali has always been a routine thing in my home. Every now and then a stranger joins us but they never manage to … Continue reading Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing
Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands
Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands: Life only gets harder and time is a wench who tricks us into believing that things will be different as we grow older. The harder we try to avoid certain outcomes, the more certain is our arrival at that destination. So what’s the secret to happiness? I’ve found that happiness is as easy as what we choose. Like right now, I’ve chosen to … Continue reading Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands
We remember moments, Not days
So many days, hundreds of them were murdered by my weak human memory. And yet, somehow, so many moments remain, preserved, immortalized deep, deep in me. It’s a festival of playbacks in my head; a festival where all these moments attack at once. As I live here now I’m not really alive. I’m never alive unless I live in those moments which keep living deep, … Continue reading We remember moments, Not days
An Open Letter – Blame Me
Dear Fellow Country Men and Women: The sun rose this morning, didn’t it? Life is always happening, isn’t it? We’re all stuck in the same shitty place, aren’t we? So you don’t trust the police? And you’re certain that the politicians (from government to opposition) are to be blamed for the state of the country? But, even more than this, you’re very certain that the … Continue reading An Open Letter – Blame Me
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