Metamorphosis (2016-2018)

It’s pretty insane finding photos of yourself from just a year ago and thinking about how different everything is now.  Everything really can change in a year. Advertisements

Confessions of a Loner

To be honest, autumn has become a bit of a tough time for me. It was always one of my favorite times of year, especially as a teenager. It included Halloween, for one — I’ve always been head-over-heels for fantasy, dress-up, and makeup. When I reached high school and made real friends for the first…

Detoxification

This blog post originates from a Twitter rant I posted earlier on today. The best thing I ever for myself did was take control of my life back in late 2016. I finally lost my weight (I put on 40 pounds during a rather dark period of my life), cleaned up my eating, escaped law…

Echoes of the Past: Part II {Dementia-Stricken Angel}

by Ami J. Sanghvi No depiction will ever do this angel, or the bygone wonder within her, persisting through the darkest ages of dementia, ample justice. There, on the ebony bench, rests a woman with a mind that has devoured itself to the point of erasure.  The countless decades are carved within the crinkles of…

Echoes of the Past: Part I {The Human Miracle}

by Ami J. Sanghvi History divulges itself eons after its initial births. These chunks of the past, sliced or whole, are found wedged between the pages of sooty, timeworn books, at the bases of battered crates, mobbed by our elders, and in waning, wrinkled photographs.  Every now and then, the past achieves the most remarkable magic trick…

A Farewell to King Tut’s

King Tut Cafe and Hookah was my home away from home. I used to live down the street from this place when I still went to Arizona State University (2012-2014); stepping into that lounge at the end of a long day was always comforting and thrilling.  Anyone who knew me at the time knew exactly…

Amber

by Ami J. Sanghvi Every so often, two people collide even when their destinies exist worlds away from one another.  She was a few years away from becoming a doctor; I was a writer and a martial artist.  She showed up for our dates with wet hair and clumsily-composed outfits; I was a fashionista who…