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.
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
In the corner of my mind she resides, large heavy cloak, dark, deep-set eyes—a constant reminder Her inky black clothes spill easily, if I let
The Birth of No: I declare No two letters one giant word some days standing in front of guilt, fear Other days standing free I
Hawaii. When N first requested HI for our honeymoon destination, I was excited. Even though I wanted a unique destination where not many people go