Each time it comes, I run, filled with curiosity and glee, pick up the strangely light box; hopes not quite shattered.
It is a box. It has arrived at my doorstep. It has to have something I will need.
And.
Each time. I open it, there lies space upon space of nothingness,
Just air.
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.
Illustration by Sonia Chintha I They came for you like screaming red bulls, ravenous for the win. You held them off with picks and jabs
In the last two weeks, Neil and I went to two Latin Restuarants: Guarapo’s and Rosa Mexicano’s. Both had a decent reputation for their food
Since I was a sixth grader, football has confused me. Back then I pretended to care and even stayed up to watch the Redskins win
