I like to stew on somedays—in the bubbling, gurgling thick starchy liquid of doubt. It’s warm and cozy: a pot of unyielding fears and questions. The gory details of the olden days rise to the top and I dive further into the rich broth, drowning in the worries of the unknown, feeling cut off from the air I desperately need to survive.
I like to stew somedays.
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.
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In the darkness, I awaken to visions of you alive, thriving among all the people, your friends especially Those I’ve only just now met in
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.