Of socks and shoes, and shoes and socks

When I was 10, a doctor made me my school shoes. They were like Charlie Chaplin’s. Rounded at the tip and the heaviest I have worn. Mum was taken to the hospital that year.I once wore wet socks to school, the maid forgot to dry them. Wet socks, heavy shoes. Children only laughed at the... Continue Reading →

Improbable and Mundane

I was put on medication for feeling too often a feeling that lies in between anxiety and panic somewhere. I refused to do anything normal-life-like after that, I didn't see the point. No breakfast, no laundry, no writing on Instagram. "Don't be so hard on yourself." I lost the ability to heat milk, put clothes... Continue Reading →

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