Everyday at school we had lunch together, whether a lunchbox from home or a soggy canteen food, we sat at the same spot. The location

I used to think that silence was a kind of protection. If I kept my thoughts folded neatly inside me, then no one could twist

If you’ve read my last piece, then you’d know I’ve survived what felt like an unsurvivable time in my life. I lost three of the

“Would you still love me if I were a cockroach?” he insisted on hearing my answer to the most cringe question in the 21st century.

You were such a contradiction in my life,the kind that quietly rearranged the way I understood closeness,because nobody seemed to understand me or misunderstand me