Cacophony of Silence

Bambooka. That was what the passengers’ ship was called. The name was rather odd, or maybe it wasn’t. Why is it that something that we hear for the first time strikes us as ‘odd’, ‘peculiar’ and perhaps ‘weird’? Labelling the unheard and the unread an ‘oddity’ is such a natural response. Frowning upon the unknown…

My Book is Full of Words

Originally posted on I was not born in English:
Love: always disproportionate — Magda Kapa (@MagdaKapa) January 25, 2013 In 2013 I spent a whole year on Twitter exploring the meaning of “big” words like life, death, love, sex, pain, pride, violence, hope… When I started writing these “definitions” in January that year, I had…

A Lost Game

A blank page. An empty road. A cup, no coffee An open sky Today’s newspaper has no headlines. A knock on the door, no one outside. Where’s the wind? Asks the wind chime. Chairs are arranged, is anyone coming? Your Knight’s in distress The Bishop, a lone ranger Queen is indebted to the Pawn And…

Creaking shadows

The bed would creak in the middle of the night every time I got up to use the washroom. I am a self-confessed insomniac but I do not conspire to disturb another’s well deserved sleep. I would carefully tiptoe through the darkness on my way back to the bed but that was useless. With apologies…

A Morning from the Past

When I woke up this Saturday morning, it felt I had woken up to a similar morning in the month of April a few years back. As I sit up gently rubbing my eyes, I see the sun rays streaming in through the netted window, and, I quietly admire the inanimate objects perched on my…