After
an entire semester
during which we battled: you versus me, debating every minute point till we were both left exhausted and empty
After
what felt like endless one-on-one hallway conferences, during which I attempted to listen, truly listen, to all your feelings and give you objective feedback
Today
We: you and me, dressed in the same shirt giggled at your usual outburst, then caught each other’s eyes and laughed out loud
as if none of the prior battles had even occurred!
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 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.
Five years ago, I ate the best turkey of my life. We had moved to Boston for N’s residency. I was adjusting to the new–job,
The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a