I Got a Tattoo

 I always knew I wanted a tattoo, pretty intentional ink littered across my body, what I didn't was where and when I would get it. I knew it had to be small, almost invisible and it had to be a semi-colon. Why was I so bent on having that little punctuation mark one may ask, I liked the meaning, the idea that a story didn't have to end, just because there was a pause, I loved the fact that it meant continuity,  Hence for a number of years I knew in my Guts what my first and probably my last Tattoo would be. 

Barbie: a review(without much spoilers)

 

I walk into the cinema- one that is painted with the barbie signature pink(#e94196)- all excited and feets tingling. Growing up I was not always eager for things , but one thing I loved more than anything  was this mini laptop-looking video player, where I would play all of my Barbie CDs. Now that I am older my love for the female icon has only quadrupled, it makes sense why I spent months preparing the perfect outfit for this historical movie. Somehow, I managed to persuade my brother

Asymetries of our time

Perhaps life should not be as deep as it is,  coffee in the morning and evening chai by the window watching the fading hues of the sun as it flirts with the sea, refusing to part, lingering long enough for the ever so eager body of water to make one last attempt at reflecting the beauties of its departing lover.

A gathering by the moonlight when the witching hour is nigh, blankets wrapped around tepid bodies, laughter filling the night, providing entertainment to the long-eared owl hiding in the thick of the woods.