Sweet November

This is picture perfect. This is happiness of a day that was. Perfect. There are many things I would remember of that day, but at the very heart of it, is you, driving me to the end of the world, just to see how beautiful it is. – Faatiema Salie There are many things I … More Sweet November

I saw the pain

I saw the pain, the cut on your leg, the scar on your arm, the blood soaked washcloth, the water at your eyes. I saw you in pain, the grinding of your teeth, the humming of your lips as your hand held pressure on your wound. I saw you in pain but I also saw through it. There … More I saw the pain

For you…Rohingya

This is no ordinary blog post. There is not a single shot of coffee in this post. This is no highlight reel. There is no aspiration here. There’s nothing perfect here. Just these words. That mean nothing more than what I’m saying. But maybe this would surprise you, because this is not a post about … More For you…Rohingya

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I miss the days we sat and sipped coffee – in the summer rain. The days when your t-shirt clung to your back on a damp spot, the bitter taste of consequence, the aftermath of bliss. I miss The wooden floor where we ran through dancing around the house, with the large open windows where … More Untitled