What language do you wish you could speak?

Soon after getting my first car, I would drive to a neighbouring town to smoke cigarettes. It became a regular habit of mine. It was easier for me to stay awake later back then. One night, on my way to finish off my night before heading home, “Wonderwall” by Oasis…

Stationery. If I buy you a pen, I must really like you. Over the years, I’ve given away a good few pens. People tend to come in and out of my life. A few have stuck around. I don’t know what’s happened to any of those pens. Notebooks are okay…

The problem with most of the lies that I tell myself is that I think most of them are, in fact, truths. What I believe to be true and what other people believe to be true can differ and that’s when things get a bit confusing. My self-perception is put…

I vaguely remember writing in my notebook that I wanted to be a “thinker” when I grew up. My cousin is a Philosophy professor and I thought it’d be really cool to be like him. I ended up studying Philosophy in university but I wasn’t able to pursue it further. …

Of late, my favourite author is Haruki Murakami. I first heard about him on Writers and Company several years ago. The first of his works that I read was First Person Singular, a collection of short stories. Currently, I’m working my way through 1Q84. His writing is simple, descriptive, captivating…

I live in a decently large one-bedroom apartment, with a den, in downtown Toronto. Given the state of the real estate market right now, there’s little I can complain about. Without a financial windfall to boost my sails, I’m not going anywhere for a good while. I’d explain my qualms…

I read this prompt while riding the elevator down to my car this morning. The first colour that popped into my head was orange so I’m going to go with that. After thinking it over during the day, I think orange might just be a good fit. It’s a secondary…

Vegetable samosas are my favourite type of food. There is so much variety between what tastes good and what doesn’t. I couldn’t eat them every day but they’d carry me for a while. Incidentally, a student once gifted me a tray of vegetable samosas for a year-end gift. …

It wasn’t the day I lost my virginity. Could it have been the day when I finally learned how to use my unchasteness? I don’t even know what day that was. I used to be good at remembering dates and phone numbers. I remember that much. Was it the day…