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Vintage

Vintage

Collect all.
Unspoken dreams,
fuzzy nightmares,
love that you
didn’t deserve,
and words that
people threw at you
from their bags.
Store them somewhere,
away from your darkness.
That’s how your life
changes to a vintage story. Continue reading

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Recipe, homemade

Sunrise

Drink a cup of tea. Better if you can add cardamoms
and a bit of love. Go out in sunlight. Hug. Hug harder.
There’s always going to be shadow in a sunny world.
Rest sometimes. And while you rest, find a pretty
bird and click a photo. Share it with your grandmother
later. Call her often. Talk. Tell her you look pretty today. Continue reading

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Quest for An Inner Selfie

Quest for an inner selfie

Every time I visit my in-laws, they show me many old photographs from their photo albums. Photographs of their trips, old dogs, celebrations and special moments that they hold so dearly. Each photo album looks like a book of short story collections, narrating to me my husband’s childhood that I haven’t seen. Each of those photographs stands out in my memory. The way he dressed. The way he was celebrated on his 10th birthday. Continue reading

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Onward

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“They say The Pacific has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. ”  ~Stephen King

The truth is, you’ll adore
a golden sky, and mornings
that don’t carry heavy
memories of your sunsets. Continue reading

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Meanings

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What does this photograph mean to you?

I often find myself looking for meanings of a moment. There is a neighborhood church across the road. It displays beautiful words on some cloudy mornings. Sometimes I try to remember those words to find their meanings in daily life. I’m not a very religious person, and we’re not talking about religion here. Continue reading

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Love is a new book

Love is a book

I always wanted to build a library. A library of my own.

I love collecting books, referring to my favorite lines, going back to read between the lines to connect missing dots. But I’m a traveler, I travel light. I don’t want to leave books in a trash, sell them to a stranger who won’t love them the way I want them to do. I’m a possessive lover of my favorite books. Continue reading

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Key to that happiness

Yosemite falls in April 2015

A year ago, a friend told me about her search for happiness. She found articles on the internet and tried following them. But most of the points of those articles didn’t work. I had to share my story with her: I often lose keys of the house and car and I have a strong urge to Google them. Of course no internet or books can help me to find them. Sometimes we have to memorize those usual places where we can find our lost keys. Continue reading

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Googled

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On Google she found everything that she wanted to know; every answer, the colors of rainbows, the analysis of her favorite poem, diet plan of Gwyneth Paltrow, the designer of Claire Underwood, recipe of tres leches cake, phone number of her regular pizza place, direction to that ex-boyfriend’s latest house, tips to lose 5 pounds in 5 days.

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Fog

fog

Between his secret
sorrows and
an egoistic world
there’s a wall
made of fog.
He names it,
the destination
of emptiness,
a place where
no light 
or darkness
could stay
forever. Continue reading

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Ephemeral

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When you run the vehicle at 50 miles per hour, the world looks like a flat gray road, with two unending stripes painted down in the middle. But at 25 miles per hour, it’s more interesting and remarkable.

I love driving in the neighborhood where I can be within the speed limit and notice how the sky is waiting ahead to kiss this road, how a broken magnolia gives up fighting with the gravity and selects the ground for its final sleep. Continue reading

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Deeper

Cherry blossom

“As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.” ― Gustave Flaubert

You can call
it stubborn
I’ll chuckle Continue reading