thecallus: Believe in the people around me Expect the best from everyone Encourage people who need to be encouraged Never doubt that all of us can succeed if we only work together Be absolutely falling-down drunk and sobbing by the end of lunchtime Give up Remember that I’m pretty capable Storm back and win a… Continue reading Plan For Today (and Every Day)
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on rain
or really more like,on the worms that hide in puddles,lurking in the aftermath for I-don’t-know-why,just their guts decimated by the tread in my classmate’s shoe:I like this because I only have time to glance at the pieces,I am going to classand I will never know if that worm was cut clean enoughto grow up and… Continue reading on rain
On smog
If I could have any color I found to rouge my cheekbones with, I’d streak the peachy rose of Calcutta’s twilight smog across my apples, In place of the exhaust and dust catching to the salty dewborne of an India afternoon sun.The clouds tinted here at sundownare more than a fat little cherub-pink;they glow with… Continue reading On smog
Televising Ramadan 2007
Mecca stole from me my God.I still remember the worshiperwhose blissful, teary face in the crowdripped from me any notion of my right and wrongbeing yours or being for any one. Hajji, looking nowhere near the de-belief-ing of a teenage girl,he was following suit, speaking to God in the most private of terms.The camera panning… Continue reading Televising Ramadan 2007
On migration
There is something to be said for the initial impressions on the young: Maybe I am stuck in this mindset because of when I met you,when I knew you,when I loved and had you.My bones were still soft, allowing perfect harmony in the tug of you and the give, the bend of me.It is an… Continue reading On migration
cultural relativism will be the death of my reasoning.
on dust
There is a part of me that yearns not unhappilyfor my return to the earth.how thrilling will it be to finally feel (if only) the magnetism between my body and This body satisfied, to feel the dust in my bones and the repurposed grime of ages melding into something, else, again. I revere nothing but… Continue reading on dust
My context for right and wrong cannot come from any other example but my own;I have learned through my environment, my peers, my mentors, and my experiences, but the personal skew of my own moral bell curve is what guides the light towards and away from my shades of grey. I am searching in the… Continue reading
Call it anxious
I remember in Colombo waking up the first night: It is not yet dawn, I am sweating under the creak of the ceiling fan and In this moment I am certain that You are going to die tonight. Me, thousands of miles away Decades late in grasping the enormity of [The loneliness of] Me and… Continue reading Call it anxious
bite sized adam
if i am stardust youare antimatterreflecting me andconsuming me all in one tasty little morsel
Garbanzo Bae 