Jean was a puzzle to me since the day we first met.

She is effortlessly beautiful and never lingers for longer than a second about the way she looks. She’d always wear black. In her book, there are blacks, lighter blacks and darker blacks.

This post was going to be very angry. I was frustrated, violated, ready to wage a war. The amount of misogyny and sexism were too much for me to handle.

At first, he was an invisible beast that drove mom crazy. I remember seeing mom struggle with nausea for about 2 weeks straight, completely bed-ridden. I had never seen her in so much pain.

When I was in India for the first year, I practically lived in the school’s Medical Centre. Going to classes by day, I would return to the Med by night and sleep in the same room with the nurses, so that

Your mother will always tell you, “Darlin’, it is okay to cry in the airports.”

I used to have a crush on this guy for a long time. It was one-sided, so no one, including the guy, knew. Or so I thought.