Inside the mind of an immigrant
My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, … Continue reading Daughter of a New York Taxi driver
I have a phobia of elevators and of tight spaces. I'm also scared of animals and sometimes of thunder… and of being alone and the list goes on. But the one thing that makes me cage my heart behind thick metal bars is commitment. I'm even terrified of the word, like saying it out loud … Continue reading Commitment
It just seems like one of those awfully, odd days where you want to go and hide under a rock. But the only problem is that you can't find a rock big enough to hide you. You feel exposed like everyone is seeing into your soul. Interacting with anyone of any species seems like a … Continue reading Failing Physics
Isn't it weird how sometimes you work so hard on something, just to be kissed by failure at the end? And it's not the soft, subtle kiss you find in those happy ever afters. It’s one of those kisses that makes your heart sink somewhere near your kidneys. The one that makes you doubt your … Continue reading The kiss of failure!
Why is it that sometimes our path is crystal clear, but our eyes become clouded? Why do we become so hollow when everything around us is supposed to fill us up? That’s how I feel right now, like a huge chunk of me is missing, or maybe I ripped it out. Maybe because I was … Continue reading The beauty of suffering!