In old Celtic legends, innocence and purity are represented by daisies. In Norse mythology, the daisy is Freya’s sacred flower. Freya is the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility, and therefore the daisy symbolizes childbirth, motherhood, and new beginnings. Daisies are composite flowers which means they actually are two flowers blended perfectly to make one. This often allows them to stand for unity and true … Continue reading Daisy (a poem)
It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.
“No” “I’m tired” “I’m sleepy” “Not right now” He turned away, “I’m not mad” His lips pressed together, I brought my mouth to his. Wiping my tears, Slapping the steering wheel. “You’re better than this.” Eyes in the rearview mirror, No longer mine But wholeheartedly his. One step back, One dark look, A tug of the tether, I took two steps forward. … Continue reading a tug of the tether.
“Beauty is a form of Genius— it is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of the silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned.” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1890. We can believe we’re not superficial, that … Continue reading The myth of beauty.
I’m sitting at an outdoor table at the suburban default for celebration, ‘The Cheesecake Factory’. I’m surrounded by a few cousins of mine but my ears are completely tuned to the family sitting at the table behind us. A middle-aged father laughs at something his toddler says, the mother gently scolds the older son and tells him to sit properly. I can’t help but smile … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.
PREFACE: This piece was written over the course of three years. Parts of it were written in the spring of junior year, parts in the fall of senior year and it was finished and edited in the spring of Freshman year (college is a series of recycling old writing, isn’t it?). There is really no point in me telling you this but my friend … Continue reading this is why i write.
“THIS TOO SHALL PASS.” This is, hands down, one of my all time favorite quotes. It’s a quote that I’ve carried close to my heart for as long as I can remember, it’s one that shaped how I’ve dealt with problems and how I see the universe. It’s a tiny quote from the bible and even though I’m not Christian, I’ve made it my mantra … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass.
I grew up in a predominantly white community with white best friends. I don’t really know when I learned to become embarrassed of my heritage but it probably happened somewhere between first and third grade. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that I never had a solid group of brown friends, I had a best friend in grade school named Aleena who was Pakistani but … Continue reading How I Grew to Love My Culture
A middle-aged white man is wallowing in regret as he tells Kumail Nanjani how he cheated on his wife and made the biggest mistake of his life. It was a moment of weakness, the pleasure didn’t even last a moment, he was filled with regret. A marriage spanning decades crumbles with a bad decision. “You’ll know you’re with the love of your life when you … Continue reading Cheat on your wife and quit your job.
I was partly inspired to write this blog post while reading one of my all-time favorite books, The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh for a third time. It’s just one of those books that describes love so poetically and beautifully where I can’t help but think “I wish I had the capability to write words that beautifully.” But Renee Ahdieh was only part … Continue reading I’m a romantic and I LOVE it.