Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Asha finds herself deep within a forest, white knuckles clenched and sweat dripping down her brow. She winces at her stinging bare feet as they carry her over sharp thorns and tree roots overlapping the damp ground beneath her like an undercurrent. The light in the sky is void with a palpable darkness that threatens to …
Land Stories: Letters I never sent
As I write this my legs crossed on the chair my fingers tap gently on a keyboard my lips take alternative sips of orange juice and a berry smoothie both reminding me that neither fruit was ripe or birthed from this soil I attempt to warm my hands in my partner’s comfy sweater it’s incredible how rubbing our hands together, …
Turning Red:
The Shame of Authenticity & Generational Trauma
This is a review of Disney-Pixar’s new feature film. You’ve been forewarned so proceed with caution, a reflective approach and a critical eye.
Am I South Indian or Christian?
The academic racial quota was a routine proceeding during my fundamental years at my all-girls high school in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. When our teacher asked students of each ethnic group to raise their hands, we obliged without a second thought. The majority of students in each class were Malays, followed by Chinese and Indians. According to public school protocol, Eurasians …
