Madhu's eighteenth birthday was only a few days away. She had already read all of her aunt's grimoires five times. She had sorted all the magics from her most favorite to least favorite. She had picked her specialty, imagined her familiar in great detail, and started on a draft of her own grimoire. It wasn't … Continue reading The Witch End
Ray Bradbury talks about the thing on the top of the stairs, watching and waiting in the darkness. He said he was able to finally escape the thing at age thirteen when he moved west. I, on the other hand, have never been able to escape it. I found it in Hyderabad when I was … Continue reading Unseen in the Darkness
My last post was a plea to J.K. Rowling to stop ruining our favorite childhood series. I talked about how she inspired me and taught me feminism; she taught me it was okay to be afraid, to stand up to my bullies and to never give up the fight against patriarchy. I have looked up … Continue reading Enough is Enough
Across the Ocean 