Now Forgive Me
Tatiana Calonje
February 13, 2016
The curse of normalcy. I take a rickshaw to the same school, the same classroom every week. The bell rings at the same time. I walk out the gates by 2pm and I fall asleep in the same bed, to the same distant sound of trains passing. My phone has an address book filled of...
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Hints of Silver
Tatiana Calonje
February 8, 2016
My mother has always had a chest full of rings. Beautiful gold, white gold, rose gold and silver. I was the toddler who had small little gold rings on her tiny fingers. I also had a simple gold bracelet around my wrist for years. It stayed there until I grew out of it. Once I...
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Permanent
Tatiana Calonje
December 7, 2015
When a needle drags upon our skin and bleeds ink, it’s a tattoo. When I showed up at the Mumbai Airport, there was some sort of eye contact and mutual understanding I made with the promise of what was ahead. There still isn’t a name for this, some call it brave. Some call it incredible,...
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The Motherland of Whiplash
Tatiana Calonje
October 16, 2015
Whiplash is defined as, “injury caused by a severe jerk to the head, typically in a car accident.” Keyword: severe Synonym: India I am convinced that India is the motherland of whiplash and I’ll place a bet that there isn’t a single brace out there that would be enough to withstand the daily whiplash I...
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The Bigger Picture
Tatiana Calonje
August 26, 2015
I’ve always been a victim to “the bigger picture.” I was going to start this off with, “I’ve always been a victim to the thought of the bigger picture” but it’s not just a thought. It’s a reality. It’s the now. It’s the tomorrow. It’s the when you’re gone and everyone forgets your name. It...
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