It was really humiliating, that day when I jumped off a moving truck. I seldom wanted to revisit this trip as it showed the weaker side of me. Yet, I often think of it, with a smile now though. We were sitting atop a fully loaded highway truck, which was traversing through the mountainous road. … Read more
For some years, we lived on the outskirt of the nearby town, in the hills sloping its way through another small valley. At first, it was lonely that I even mentioned it in my letters to friends who came and visited me. The days and nights are calm, with the insects chirping through to the … Read more
Few leaves of long-leafed coriander or culantro from my hometown are rich enough to make me feel the taste of home. Each year, my mother sent me some saplings so that we could add them to our potted plants, in the land where it is not grown. We keep an eye on them; water them, … Read more
There is always a piece of cotton in my pocket. My pants’ pocket, actually, and in between all my books and notebook. Friends, colleagues, professors, and some persons noticed. Some are curious while some of them who saw me using it told me I am being careful. During our first year in the University we … Read more
