Family
Her Favorite Color Was Goodbye
She never stayed in one place for too long. My aunt Lila was a storm dressed in vintage denim and silver bangles that jingled like a secret language. She blew into town every couple of years, all laughter and silk scarves, and vanished just as quickly—leaving behind only the faint scent of patchouli and questions no one dared to ask.
By Shohel Rana9 months ago in Poets
Blub, Blub, Cheer Up!
I entered the house, closing the door behind me. The summer heat wave was too much—glad I’d taken a cab home. Mom wasn’t there to greet me. Slipping on my house slippers, I headed to the kitchen and found her baking up a storm. Just looking at the sweets gave me a sugar rush. After waving hello, I went to my room to freshen up.
By Staringale9 months ago in Poets
"The Myth of Pure Friendship Between Men and Women"
Shakespeare once said, "A boy can never be just a friend to a girl because emotions and desire are always involved." Though there is no direct attribution of these exact words in his written works, this quote reflects a timeless observation many have echoed throughout literature and life: that the relationship between a man and a woman is rarely devoid of emotional complexity.
By Whispers of Yousaf9 months ago in Poets
