At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
memories
Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Waste not; want not
An underrated phrase which needs no embellishing and would ideally make a meaningful impact on the minds of all who claim to be on the side of helping the planet, the poor, or ideally both. Yet in our day-to-day housekeeping habits, perhaps more of us including myself, are less disciplined in this moral code than … Continue reading Waste not; want not
First year students
The lecture drags us through the morning, stretching itself out like a lazy housecat and making only minor painful increments of progress. In his own well meant way, the professor with a sedating monotonous voice tries to explain to us the finer details of quantitative research and its relevance to the healthcare sector. Meanwhile, over … Continue reading First year students
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
Inept
If I had Aaron’s witto say what’s on my mind,I’d tell you all within my soul,things only God will find. I’d say the things I dare not say,And probably never will:My greatest fears,regrets,or dreamsforever unfulfilled. I’ve been burned before, you see,In fact, multiple times.A fitting punishment for being socially inept,If it is a crime . … Continue reading Inept
Maybe it’s the music
I spot you from the door of the bar. You do not notice me just yet, but I busy myself taking you in as I wait to be seated at your table. You are at your favourite spot – by the window because you love to watch the streets, especially at this time. Up against … Continue reading Maybe it’s the music
Dust
We watched you sweep the kitchen floor,when the notion to do so would occur.Your frustration cut to the core,with worn-out sighs and murmurs. Through grinded teeth, you bent your back.The job had to be done . . .And now and then a burdened breathwould push the drudgery on. Between the chairs and under the table,You … Continue reading Dust
Ardent Writing 