So, I’ve been bullet journaling loosely since 2018 and properly since 2020. By properly I mean complete with my own spreads, trying out trackers and stuff, and actually doing the index and everything.

One of the first ads I remember ever seeing in my life went like this: Girl gets engaged to guy. People who come to see the girl, i.e., the

“All right!” I tell myself as I sit down in front of the mirror, adjust it a little, and pick out the products I need. I look at my reflection.

My parents came to Singapore in 1994 when my dad got a job offer here. We had a community we came with, but it didn’t do much to alleviate

Fireflies resting on windows: their incandescent glow, nature’s fairy lights. The sharp tang of a flared match right before it lights the

It was any regular weekday, just me moving along during my morning commute when it happened. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

We don’t have a word for “goodbye” in the Tamil language. What we usually say when leaving is “வரேன்”, which means “I’ll come.” It’s a shorter and more commonly used term for the proper one, “போயிட்டு வரேன்”, which means “I’ll go, then I’ll come back.”

Dear daughter,

When I’m writing this, we have yet to cross paths with each other. But I was thinking about meeting you one day and it made