Relationships

Social media used to be chronicles of our lives; now it is just a curation of a persona. 

Nearly every one of my friends had a parent introduce them to a nebulous figure who punished naughty children. 

A corpse-clothed commute cross / A soul-sodden sidewalk

Being the wife of a demon who so easily lends his body like a whore is not as simple as drinking freshwater.

I watched a desert town disintegrate, clapboard planks and roof tiles flying off like grains of sand in a dust storm.

I have always been a solitary person. For nearly a decade and a half of my life, I was convinced that I would enjoy no one else's company more than my own.

I dream that I am your mother instead.

For many years, I did not think about you, until one night, I imagined myself on the bus again, sitting beside you, and I could not understand how I had forgotten you.

Can our texts create a clear story of how strangers become friends? I propose a case study in which I will subject some of the earliest text messages between myself and the important people in my life to extreme scrutiny.

The town is swallowed by war, but you were never concerned about that, draped in the white sari  of violent widowhood.