• Forward

    At times, we have no choice but remain quiet. Words seem bland. Words that can’t say how we feel.

    Right now, I’m looking forward. To plenty of things. But mostly, to see this face. My most favourite. The most beautiful.

    I miss her so much; more than it’s possible to say out-loud, unless I scream until I can’t breathe anymore. And she’s coming over here. And we’re going to explore Cornwall, and London restaurants. And we will laugh. And we will hug; with or without a reason, at day and night.

    Yes, I’m looking forward to see this face, because I love her. Inside-out.

  • On the soft edge – Instant pizza sandwich

    At times – when we’re too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep – only a slice of soggy pizza will do. And the microwave becomes our best friend as we’re heating the fat edge from a store-bought pizza until the mozzarella starts to bubble. A sprinkle of salt and cayenne pepper, a handful of rocket, and a drizzle of olive oil later, the ...

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    I love you like chocolate cake

    I wake up to darkness, sleepy faces, and cold winds. I go home to darkness, empty streets, and many thoughts. In between, there is flour. And sugar. And butter. Lots of each. I spend my time in front of scales. Or plates waiting to be filled. I hear the ovens going off. I smell like chocolate. And I dream of eating something savoury. I live ...

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    Street lights happen to be just like moments – Doughnuts à la vanille

    [Vanilla doughnuts] It’s been raining a lot these days. And the night has been falling late in the morning; leaving very few hours for the light to turn from golden to blue. It feels like I’m learning to read the time again. Except, not with numbers, but colours. I’ve been frying a lot of doughnuts these days. In a small pan over my gas stove, ...

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    Demain, déjà

    [Tomorrow, already] Today, the city woke up as I was slowly falling asleep after a night made of flour, butter and water. Through the cab window, it felt like the time had stopped. To that moment just before the dawn; when it’s still dark, but people are already running late. My bag barely hid the jackets I was taking home. One of them used to ...

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