Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts

11/7/20

Midnights with CZ | Part-1



My alarm went off, and jerked me out of one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had.

The sleep I was supposed to be having at normal sleeping hours, the sleep

that usually plays hard-to-get, until my 'If I fall asleep now, I'll get this much sleep....'

plummets from hours to mere minutes.


I peeled the duvet off myself, rolled like a wingless bird to the edge of the bed to grab my laptop that's (over)charged on the floor. This part is when I always imagine it slipping from my hand & crashing on the floor, because why not, I kinda deserve to be punished for precariously picking a Macbook like a handkerchief.


In a manner that had become second nature, I opened Zoom, typed the ID & password, 

clipped a plain sheet of paper on the clipboard.

Btw, now I cut an A4 sheet into half, like a proper kanjoos.

But it's not about kanjoosness. 

Who else has been using & wasting so much paper during this pandemic, 

you think you should go feed a tree?


Pencil? Sharpened quickly on the bathroom counter.

Eraser? Couldn't give a fudge about how black & dirty it was. It should clean itself.

Water Bottle? I ran to the bedroom to fetch it.


My other alarm went off - means 2 minutes before the class starts.

I called out to my kid, who’s downstairs finishing up with brushing his 

teeth & washing his face. I heard him rush upstairs, like a good boy.


"Coming!", he called out excitedly.


He propped himself on the chair in front of the laptop.

I told him NOT to sit with his legs wide apart. Bad Manners!


Ready.


I clicked 'Join'.


2/20/19

LOTD: M I G R A I N E

12:07 am:

I swallow the tiny orange pill. Migraine, the neurologist had named the bastard on the
 right side of my head, after probing me with questions about my personal life & lifestyle. He had his hand under his chin & made eye contact. I had my hand on my Michael Kors 'Cynthia' satchel & made up some lies about my daily routine. 
What a dull suburban existence I painted for him. If he only knew....

1:45 am:

I'm staring at a meme of a cat clawing at a donut from 
a distance & then withdrawing, like it's an explosive. 
[Caption: 'Me on a diet']
I imagine myself at ZARA doing the same when I see another winter jacket I don't really need. 
The pill should make me drowsy by now. My head throbs & my right eye twitches. 
I shut my eyes. 

2:20 am:

I'm running my fingers on a thick vein that's popped up on my forehead.
It feels like a worm, eww! Was Monica's Thanksgiving vein like this? 
Arghh! Useless pill! 1 week & nothing!
 I'll call the Doctor tomorrow.....

*Oh, c'mon! You don't need a CT Scan! Don't treat me like your fucking enemy! 
I'm your friend & I'm here to tell you something 
that's already in your head. You know something. 
What is it? I will not leave until you see it! 
OPEN YOUR EYES! OPEN YOUR EYES, GODDAMNIT!!!*

3:43 am:

I'm sweating. My eyes & pillow are wet. I can't move. 
I saw. On the ceiling. Faces...images....answers.
Like iron on quicksand, I sink into slumber in seconds. 

11:16 am:

I toss 7 tiny orange pills I no longer need in the bin. Tricyclic Antidepressants, Google informs. 
For treatment of Migraines, Depression & Bedwetting. 
10-year-old CZ finally gets an explanation for the humiliating recurrent bedwetting. 
What child can link susu on the bed to depression? I forgive her now.


Past & Present mysteries. Unraveled.


Follow your heart, they say. But your head.... your head will always 
give you more than you bargained for - if you'd only listen to what it has to say. 


*************



Top: ZARA

Jeans: Aeropostle

Hairband: Forever 21

Lipstick: Fenty Beauty Stunna Lip Paint in Uncensored.





6/27/17

Word-Of-Mouth Skin Secret/Dark Spot Lightener


This convo took place at a funeral, so please read it in a hush hush tone....


......................................

I know it's not a groundbreaking tip, and I myself have used it plenty before, but after hearing that it actually improved something, I'm looking at it with googly eyes now. I have more faith in it. 

That's what we want, isn't it? Confirmation that something will work before we commit to it? =)

5/6/17

"Do You Love Me So Much Too?"



Something NEW....
.
.
.
from the heart.



♥ 


Lots more to come. 
I started with something light ;)


Happy Weekend!



P.S. If you could give a title to my book of 'short' stories, what would it be?
I already had one, but I couldn't use it with this story.