4 poems as an experiment

I knew this will end soon. All writing is testament that it did.

Croissants Have Become My Nemesis

It's satisfying to have hours and hours of work wrapped up into layers of buttery dough

Lockdown Erases the Boundaries of Grief

April and May are months of sitting in the sun, and how that had become synonymous with shock: sunburnt, and dazed.

Biscuit (a short story)

What if I forget my way home? What if I am lost like Biscuit?