The Most Memorable Bicycle
I used to ride bicycles. When I was in higher primary, I cycled to school. During higher schools, I cycled from our village to the main road outside where the bus stops were. The most memorable bicycle I had was given by my fifth aunt, a younger sister of my mother. It was designed for ladies. I had ridden it for many years, until our neighborhood vacated from the village.
The Amber Weight of Dusk
The air in the market stalls always tastes of dry earth and crushed seeds. It is a thick, golden flavor that coats the back of the throat, lingering long after the sun has retreated behind the stone walls. I remember the sensation of cool glass…
The Weight of Green
I keep a small, dried pressed leaf inside the pages of a book I rarely open. It is brittle now, a ghost of a summer that felt like it would never end, its edges curled and darkened like the skin of a bruised fruit. When I touch it, I am reminded…