Like yesterday it feels,
we gathered in halls, leaped into each other’s classrooms
has time really passed?
Like yesterday it feels,
we gathered in halls, leaped into each other’s classrooms
has time really passed?
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.




The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone. You assemble and build and construct… So focused on this up surd structure
I am after that high, the one that resides at the opening of two souls who slices through the skin beyond the flesh to the
imagine New York, the racy, adventurous city at night, the satisfaction the constant flicker of men and women

I am productive not overwhelmed I am even at times bored. I am okay but wonder is there more? I am steady climbing up, climbing