#WrCh01

sometimes it is as simple as showing up. even when everything inside you tells you not to. especially when everything inside you tells you not to. sometimes we are anxious about our looks, we are not confident whether we can carry the conversation well, we overthink about the response we may receive, we are hella

the band I placed on her left ring finger asphyxiated the Vena Amoris instead

I have developed the habit of crashing at Denya’s place every Saturday. She and I are chronic homebody. Most often we prefer to cook simple meal and cuddle at home than to try out our luck on beating off Jakarta’s weekend traffic just for the sake of trying a new hip restaurant. Sometimes, maybe two

(yet another) writing challenge

such a shame that the writing challenge that I published eons ago still remained unfinished. I thought it would be a clean finish, but well, life happens :) and looking at them now, I realize that some of the remaining prompts are quite sensitive to be shared online. like why would anyone want to share

handed-down bouquet and sate kambing

If only she was not in the middle of a meeting right now, Aghni would have thrown her phone at the wall after glancing over that notification. Sadly, for now she has no choice but to pretend that she cares about the technical issues that has been the talk within her team since early morning.

the second week of September (undisclosed year), reimagined

Would you celebrate a victory that was given? My subconscious has been manifesting this dead duck fantasy to come alive since three years ago. Now that it unfolds before my eyes, I should have felt elated. Or at least relieved. Right…? The truth is, I feel neither. Not even close. This person has always been