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.
Tiny brown beads sizzle in my non-stick pan, slowly enlarging. I stick my nose closer to get a whiff of the mustard seeds I’m pickling
I resist. Each month. Same day. I know it’s coming. I know the fix. I know how to be comfortable. Still, I resist the comfort.