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

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…

My Semicolon (From July 1, 2015)

This piece was written on July 1, 2015, immediately after having my “semicolon” tattoo done; it was published on this website on July 16, 2018.

Goodbye, Amaranthine || Welcome, Blood Spice

As you may or may not know, I recently rebranded, well… this whole thing.  I switched over the website, the social media handles, the hashtags… all of it! Changing my hair color to match whatever madness I have brewing inside me was the final shove I needed to admit to myself that it was time…