Tears streamed down my face and a huge smile lined my beloved’s face. Three years ago, my brother threw his graduate cap and took a leap into the real world. This meant leaving me and my parents home and spending three-fourths of the year in a distant land.
As proud as I was of him, I understood the melancholy of the moment. The pride and happiness of my life was going to be travelling 14 hours away from me. I detested it. I truly did.
So, I had a really, long tiresome day today. I came back from school at 6 p.m. and then had an extracurricular class till 7:45 p.m. And while I should be studying for the three exams that I have tomorrow, this daily prompt really intrigued me. “These Horns Were Made for Tooting – Share something you love about yourself!” I really love this metaphor. I’m sure we all have a bit of narcissism hiding in between the folds of our brains. So why not let it lose? (Only for this post though!) Also, isn’t it good to take time out of your day for self-appreciation? *insert chuckle*
My friend, sob, and I recently reconnected over Instagram (hey, find me @melissakandel!) and it made me want to repost this interview I did with him several months ago. I publish this not only to celebrate our Insta-friendship but also in commemoration of his most recent milestone, hitting 20k followers! Enjoy!
We met in the most unexpected way. And while I guess great love affairs do often spring from the auspiciously unusual, I’d suspect none involve quite so much dog poop as this.
In the thick of Sunset Boulevard, just a hint from The Standard hotel, there’s a little dog park chiseled into a hill, accessible by two sets of stairs guarded at their very top by a blue-painted guitar standing sentinel at the entrance. Egyptian mummies are painted all along this guitar and on a warm, early morning in June I imagined that looking at the guitar was about as creatively inspired as…
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“Civilization is not defined by the color of your skin, but the colorfulness of your thoughts.”
– Aashi T. (January 16th, 2018)
These bright, white headlights blind me.
They blur my vision and they blur my dream.
They think that they can expose me.
But they don’t know me.
I am photosynthetic.
These blinding, white headlights are my sunlight and they invigorate me.
Three parallel routes.
One was filled with cars and trucks and motorbikes.
Next to it was a lane dotted with two wheeled, stainless steel cycles.
The third was the swaying bay with boats and yachts dancing to and fro.
Three parallel routes.
Three parallel worlds: the kilometers, the calories and the parties.
Under the starry sky, they all looked like mimes.
The darkly tinted windows of a car hid a mother and daughter’s strife.
The solitary woman with her grey-colored earphones on, cycling away from her memories and her grief.
The couple dining on that boat pretending it was love because his wallet made up for his infidelity.