100 / paisley

The little leaf is paisley-shaped now, different from its brethren. Halfway through growing, a stem got in the way. It grew around it. It took its share of water from the roots, and grew around it. The plant itself doesn’t notice the difference anymore. Maybe, maybe in those moments of stalled blossom, the one little leaf felt like the weakest link, but not now. Now … Continue reading 100 / paisley

100 / watching

When I was little, Mamasaur would cry at commercials. Though it didn’t make a lick of sense to me then, now I flood with tears even during the finale of the Great British Bake Off. I wonder who was the original template for this inheritance. My mother or hers? Or a mother before? Did she live before television, before radio, before books? Did she tear-drip … Continue reading 100 / watching