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The Age of Almost: Part 3 Subtitle: Learning to Choose Myself

This is the final part of my story. If you haven’t read Parts 1 and 2, you can find them here: The Age of Almost: Part 1 The Age

I don’t even know where to start. Tonight just feels different. While scratching my head (I’ve got chicken pox right now, so it’s itchy), I felt it again — that bump. But this time, my head feels… different. Like the

Fragrance holds memories.

Yes, you read that right, they do..!
It was in the evening at my village, I was wandering around the plants in the home searching for bugs to photograph.

Meanwhile I just touched a random plant, tried

By Supriya

We all have that drawer in our hearts where we keep the “wrong person” stories. They’re messy, tender, and strangely familiar and they teach us a lot if we stop pretending we weren’t the one who picked them.

carrying everything on my own.

“You have to do everything yourself.
You can’t rely on other people to help you.”

Growing up as the eldest, I

Halo sayangku,
Akhirnya tiba juga hari yang kita tunggu-tunggu, hari yang rasanya seperti hadiah kecil dari semesta. Kebetulan hari ini fengshuinya terasa begitu

I am so fed up with myself.

I don’t know how to stop it. It turns out it started when I was young. Somehow, we were all together back then, and that was the starting point of all this wrongdoing.

قصة قصيرة بقلم وحيد جلال الساحلي

في أحد أزقة المدينة القديمة، عند زاوية شارعٍ مبلّلٍ برائحة التاريخ والذكريات، كانت تجلس امرأة مسنّة تحمل في يدها سلةً صغيرةً مليئةً بعناقيد من

Roughly a year ago, I began my journey with nothing but a pen and a sheet of brown paper, wrapped in leather and tied with a string to keep it safe. Today, there’s no longer pen and paper in my