Fever
It’s 7.30 in the morning and I am trapped inside an office cubicle, across the wall from the majestic American corporate skyline.
American Racism: Ugly and Perfectly Logical
It’s been boiling in me for a long time and now I am going to say it.
American racism lies much deeper than skin color, and it is a direct result of the principles on which the country has been founded. It is a very disturbing thing to say, but hello?
There are no words that will console mothers whose sons are gone. Anything anybody says (including me here) just doesn’t cut it. But if we want any kind of justice, the first thing we need to do is stop lying about the past.
Facing the ugly truth and figuring out where we go from now, as humans with diverse backgrounds, is unavoidable.
A Story of a Song
“I Miss You.” I wrote it many years ago and somehow, it still has its own place in my heart. I was so excited about the guy! He was my perfect type. While being my perfect type, he was hurting me. He was arrogant. He was unfaithful. He was lecturing me on being square because I objected to him kissing other girls (in front of me, none the less). I remember thinking, “One day, he will understand. One day, one day, he will appreciate me and understand.”
And then I lost interest.
And then he died. Drugs.
I fully and completely forgave him. I wish him peace somewhere away from me.
Domestic Abuse (My Real Story)
When I was growing up, every day was a holiday. All things dark lived on the other side of the galaxy. Stupid things clearly were happening to stupid people who didn’t know better, to people who were less informed, to people who weren’t me. My life was an official walk to the bright future. I was an invincible sunny kid bringing home straight A’s, studying classical piano and Tibetan language, speaking at international conferences, hanging out with the rebels and playing in a band. I was dreaming big, problems were not problems. I was on the forefront of everything, and the world was mine.
Then I came to America.
Dictatorship of Format: A Tale of Facebook Censorship
Have you ever posted something incredibly beautiful and special and got no likes because almost nobody saw it, and then posted something incredibly trivial and likes started pouring in?
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