Because I’m a magician.

In 1999, when I was ten, my dad took me to a magic show. The show was at four in the morning and I tried convincing him to let me sleep but nothing worked that day. "Rahim, this jaadugar will change your life!" he said and we went for the show. Turns out, he was right. Twenty years later - today - I'm the magician.....

Some breathing space.

I used my state of mind the past week to write a little something today! It's about how some breathing space can do people a world of good - especially for those who rely on others a lot. It starts like this - "She asked for some breathing space he first time w fought....."

Too much.

Steve was heartbroken the day Husky died but was always afraid to admit it because he believed heartbreaks had become cliché. There were too many poets writing about it, too many eyes crying over it, too many stories ending because of it. He believed heartbreaks had become 'too much' and he was born a minimalist....

Mud paint and memories.

Beth was an artist. On some days, she would take half-filled whiskey bottles and paint her boyfriend's face on it. The skin would be dark and the nose small, the lips chapped and cheeks flushed. She would color every inch except the small circles in the eyes. She would leave that to the sun and whiskey. It had to resemble his eyes, after all. On other....