the writergirl

Dear Reader, Here is a truth: I’ve rewritten this post four times now. Writing at odd times of the day, sometimes at 1am and sometimes at 4pm in the middle of my shift. I steal however much time I can to try and pen down what it was the month of May has taught me,… Continue reading

Dear Reader, I am the eldest daughter. The eldest daughter of an immigrant family. Since young I was expected to care for my siblings, and to give more simply because it’s my “responsibility” to. I became the third parent, the second mother, and it has been ingrained me since then. To care for others, sometimes… Continue reading

Dear Reader, I should know by now that I can never truly run away from the very thing I was born to do. It feels almost cyclical, the running and returning, the fear and the realisation. The gods know how many times the wheel of this cycle has turned, and now at the age of… Continue reading

…the softness returns. I am different now, different from the woman who first started this blog so many months ago. ‘Of course,’ you say, ‘of course you are different’ — we change every day, little by little, adjustments and compromises so small but in hindsight are so very important. Every day some part of us… Continue reading

I wrote a poem a year ago titled “God made me an earthquake” that eventually got published on an American online literary journal. Sadly, that literary journal is long gone, but that poem still remains one of my most favoured ones that I have ever written. I love blurring the lines between topics I care… Continue reading