A matrix of lines stare back at me–a list of endless possibilities for a day of discovery.
My feet my only transportation; oh glorious liberty: a new city within my grasp.
Should I start North, South, East, or West?
Water! It is my North star, forever tugging me towards the bay.
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.
Period one: Close eyes to meditate with a circle of eleven eighth graders, hear a giggle, slide eyes open and supervise with stern looks. Try
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
There was a time when I only ate rice, curry, chapatis, mangoes, pickle, dosas, dosas, and daal. I ate it for breakfast. I ate it