Love

Narcissistic Role-Reversal — Narcissists are unique among the mentally ill, for they alone turn the tables. Schizophrenics have included me in political conspiracies just as borderlines have included me in their emotional ones. But only my Narcissists did their best to make me the crazy one — and insofar as they succeeded, they…

Throughout my whole life, I have heard this verse repeatedly. So often that I memorized it ever since I was a kid. I see and hear it everywhere: in Sunday school, at my regular school, and when I first went to the United States and shopped at Forever 21, this…

Part One I wanted to put this article into some sort of order — going back through my mind to the first gift I can remember. Make it a nice tidy timeline. However, my brain doesn’t like that game. My brain likes randomness. And so, I shall allow it to…

The arrival of a birthday can bring forth a plethora of emotions. In my case, I’ve progressed from being a youngster who adored birthdays to a ‘youthful’ adult who loathes them. Once, I took pride in my special day coinciding with a notable holiday in Nigeria (Children’s Day) and revelled…

If they were, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. — My deep dive into the study of romantic relationships wasn’t exactly a conscious decision. As these things usually happen, the end of my own long-term relationship took me not only to a therapist’s couch but to my computer’s keyboard, where long writing sessions paved the way to over 500 Medium…

Reader Father-in-Law Drama writes, I think the worst decision of my life was moving in with my fiancé (then boyfriend) who lives with his widower dad. My father in law constantly tells my fiancé to tell me I did something wrong, acts childishly, is overly dependent on his children and…

The fabric of your saree races to my hands, as I wrap it up on my hands and let its wet porous color touch my skin creating imprinted flowers. — At that moondust, at tender 6 years of age, things never changed, you came, you went, you looked at me, I looked at you, I smiled, and you went away and I hold on to your imaginary cloth. I try to smell it, there is pretty…

poem Everyone seeks love And gravitates towards love Anything that looks like love They move towards love Often mistaken for a fantasy It must be the way you look Perhaps the way you sound Carried away by what you say Some go east Then travel west Or further north Then roll down south…