Sometimes it’s okay to leave the old behind to slide into a satin ballgown that sweeps the floor as you tiptoe across town.
Sometimes it’s just right to walk this tight rope and cross over to a pool of soft blue.
And sometimes,
Just sometimes
It’s blissful to bite into a pillowy pastry and let the world around you dissolve into a sugary sweet syrup.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes
My silence seemed like abandonment, neglect, angry to you on those days when I asked for a reprieve, a moment to gather, mourn, feel. It
Her eyes narrow behind sunglasses, she tilts those shades up as she picks one– sniffs deep for the right scent: sweet, ripe tests its firmess