A few years ago, I met someone.

My heart saw a color more beautiful than red

The moon and I used to gaze at each other before we slept.

My body wanted to express to me, how grateful it was, to be me. My lips felt like a stream, my eye met an ocean it could breathe

Story of my life on 24th street in the mission

It has been three years now, and my sense, imagination and understanding of the…

Cuba, the Communist Caribbean island, the country with white sand — finer than flour — beaches, structures that are hundreds of years old, 1950’s era motor vehicles, Cigar connoisseurs dream, had long been a fantasy for me to visit. An untouched fantasy. I visited for about two and half weeks and I…

I had just been back home this October, after more than a year. To, you know, be welcomed by your usual strikingly contradictory, yet assertive comments on you — “Oh, you’ve become so fat”, “You went to US and became so thin”…

Accepting rejections. Face them, and learn to cope with them.

No one likes being rejected. Most of us like to win. In what ever we think we are good at, or what ever we think will make us look good in our society — regardless of whether we have any control over being good at it. I sometimes wonder if the feeling of winning…