A tight spindle on sharp threads wind through every corner of her mind, slicing open ancient wounds–a perpetual pain machine unrelenting.
Most would want it gone, fight to heal, but for her it’s comfortable, soothing even.
For she only knows how to live in pain.
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.
Sunday night I sat down for dinner with mom, Sam, and our significant others. Dinner at Minerva: Indian restaurant, Hyderbadi/Andhra style cuisine. Our mission: to
Illustration by Deema Alawa Confession by Sonia Chintha Confession: there are times when I bash mothers (the holy grail of humans) because there are times
Arms out in a T-shape, I walk stable as hell across a tight rope; it’s new, it’s old, I should have mastered this prance, but
From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes