Petrichor
The mountains utter a depth I cannot decipher
Let alone the sea!
The muse from the wind carry a weight so light that it falls right at my chest
It’s as if the entire world is mine
One balmy day, Lynn ventured out to the cave by the bay. Technically, it was called a cove, but the phrase “cave by the cove” didn't roll off the tongue well enough for her to accept the technical expression.
The kitchen is on fire, but it isn’t Boo’s fault.
Sure, he’s accident-prone, and just a tad bit mischievous, and maybe sometimes he gets muddy footprints on the carpet, but he’s not a bad kid. At least, that’s what he tells himself, knowing that the high-pitch smoke detector alarm will have his mom flying down the stairs in a flurry of ire soon enough.
My father cuts fruits for us every day, without fail. At 9pm we munch on slices of pear and watch Japanese news because it's the only channel worth watching anymore. The cat ignores me yet again to lie down in front of the TV. Sometimes my mother makes a disparaging comment about Japanese fashion being weird, but that's fine. It's still fun to watch.
This is what family is to me, I guess. An uncomfortably hot evening spent in silence again and again. No grand gestures, just plain old routine. That's what families are built on, anyway. A routine that repeats and repeats and before you know it, a quiet love is forged.
Sometimes the happiest moments in our lives are just good music
A drive, a conversation with an old friend
Hot chocolate while it rains.
Nature, as it unfolds before your eyes.
It’s lying on your back watching the sky
Some silence,
Soft, dreamlike moments
that come and slip away
Leaving us stunned, unable to describe how we feel.
The first birthday.
It was unsurprising the parents would throw a party to commemorate the special occasion. Cake, candle, presents, singing and clapping. Even if the tot of honour wouldn’t really understand what was going on.
I just wished I wasn’t strung along for the madness, but Mum insisted I went with it. Paid me handsomely to clam up the complaints and head down to the shops for something appropriate.
“I don’t think we should be endorsing this charade,” I said, but my protests fell on deaf ears.
“Your aunt would really appreciate this. He’s her first child, after all.”
The million-dollar question here is - Why are women still drastically under-represented? What is deterring women from running for office? Perhaps simply, politics isn't a woman's cup of tea?
