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Christmas drinks

published on: 23.12.2013 in: All entries

During a ‘women’s only’ Christmas party, I handed all the guests a blank card. I asked them to write down what 2013 had brought them on one side of the card, and their expectations for 2014 on the other side. On reading the cards, 2013 showed varying emotions. Some experienced a year of set backs, […]


the old woman’s face

published on: 15.12.2013 in: All entries

This old woman. Her face is as creased as the tissue in my pocket, the one I forgot to throw away. But fumble with now. She giggles a lot. It is not a chuckle, it is a girl’s giggle. It is bereft of all worries in life. The future is yet to come when you […]


a woman, the daughter and the father

published on: 09.12.2013 in: All entries

A woman is having lunch with her 3-year-old daughter. The woman has cool boots. The daughter wears bright pink snow boots. It isn’t so cold outside, not really. The daughter waits for her father, while the woman studies her iPhone. She mutters “hm-mm” now and then, to her daughter. And sometimes she says “shhh” when […]


speaking words of wisdom (to self)

published on: 08.12.2013 in: All entries

“When I find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom: let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom: let it be. And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an […]


this is my voice

published on: 29.11.2013 in: All entries

The young waitress had a high-pitched, squeaky, voice. The effort it cost her to speak was visible, her neck muscles were strained, the tendons pushed outwards. I watched her as she described in full what ingredients went into the soup. She did so without hesitation. Someone at the other table asked, with a smile in […]


this naked world

published on: 23.11.2013 in: All entries

As I handed my jacket to the lady at the coat-check, I suddenly felt sure I was naked. A chill passed over my hips. Had I forgotten to get dressed? I checked and noticed my skirt. I checked again, just in case. By then, other people were looking at my skirt too. And so I […]


not that it came as a relief

published on: 08.11.2013 in: All entries

I threw up this morning. I never throw up. I had gagged on the false image of love that had filled me with greed and desire and still circled in my system seeking escape. Not that throwing up came as a relief. It hurt. Last night I watched a pianist play. I closed my eyes […]


how foolish the young

published on: 31.10.2013 in: All entries

I was negotiating a contract today, and something unusual happened. Perhaps the opposing lawyer disliked listening to a contrary view, or perhaps he was simply bored. Or underpaid. Or spoiled. In any event, he suddenly threw a tantrum. During his outburst, he found it necessary to refer to me in words that would compare to […]


the man who was born with a ball in his hand

published on: 25.10.2013 in: All entries

For a second I was tempted. It was only a split second. He had handed me his iPhone and it rested on my lap. I could read every message, all of it, if I wanted to. The night before, I had gone out for drinks with a man. He had come out of his mother’s […]


picking up on pace

published on: 01.10.2013 in: All entries

The challenge in writing screenplay is this: once you change something in a scene, you’ll find yourself changing things in many, many other scenes down the line too. In retrospect this actually means you did something right, because the one scene (any scene) is supposed to influence the next. That’s the whole purpose of screenwriting. […]