“Hand-To-Mouth Existence: An Interpellation Of Sorts”

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You love to cook. You know, the way a jumble of ingredients, chopped and sliced and minced, puts you at ease somehow. It draws you into that suspended, magical hold where endless possibilities may yet unfold. Continue reading “Hand-To-Mouth Existence: An Interpellation Of Sorts”


“Of Phones And Children”

This afternoon, my daughter came home from school crying. She went straight to her room and sobbed her heart out, piteously. Thus, my mom who was the one present when she arrived, asked her why. In copious tears, my daughter painfully detailed how her phone got destroyed at school–that it didn’t work anymore. When I went downstairs, mom rehashed what happened. Of course, I immediately asked my kid about it and she reiterated the painful tale. Continue reading “Of Phones And Children”


“Wanted: Website Traffic”

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During my dragged-out days such as this, when I’m still waiting for my more-than-a-year-old site to get its own regular traffic, I find myself peeking into the blog, again and again and again. You know, that circular vacuum when all you seem to do is log in and out of the web, wishing and praying (seriously) that people take notice of your content and actually engage with you through comments, suggestions, and reactions (Not that this is a piteous passive-aggressive cry for attention, okay? Heheheh).

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