All posts filed under: Words & Writings

Shorter Letter

Antariksa, At night, when I look at you sleeping, I feel like writing a love letter. Long long letter. About the past, the present, and the future. About how scared I am and happy at the same time. About promises I might not be able to keep; to protect you from mosquitoes and bad news. About promises I hope I’m able to keep; to read more stories for you and to take you to Disneyland. About how sorry I am for being imperfect. About sad songs I used to play. About places I used to visit and people I used to meet. About how I feel so distant from everything else. Antariksa, I promise I’ll do my best, but maybe the long long letter must wait. Love, Ibu

I Have a Thing About Backpacker Hostel

Here’s a confession: I have a thing about backpacker hostel. After almost 5 years, I could still recall vividly the first hostel I’ve ever been. I was 21. It was Sleep in Heaven in Copenhagen. It was winter and around midnight when we arrived, with heavy luggages, tired feet, yet relieved heart (and happy tummy after being filled with warm Chinese take out food on the station). I was scared about getting lost that night; too scared for falling in love at the first sight but I can still feel the bunk bed I slept in, hugging a city map the hostel provided me. In the morning, I remembered the hostel free-breakfast which was similar with the other hostels I stayed later; toast, honey, jam, cereal, fresh milk, cheese, orange juice. I looked at the window, there was snow outside and a copy of local newspaper hanging inside. I felt the warmth of the hostel receptionist and stacks of neatly folded city maps, bright colored promotional postcards and other nicely designed attractions information. I remembered …

Short Story: Samskeyti / The Week That Plane Went Missing

Aida stared at the screen of her phone, unblinking until it dimmed due to inactivity. Her mind went blank yet jammed at the same time and stayed that way for the next couples of minutes. The breaking news on Twitter just told her that a plane flying to Singapore lost. A plane with flight code on Rudolf’s text that she suspected got multiple recipients; herself, his company chauffeur, and his wife. She didn’t know what to do, the news was unclear and unconfirmed. Based on an article she read on the internet, the probability of surviving a flight is 99.9999815%, much higher than surviving an affair in marriage. As she scrolled down the timeline, some people mentioned about praying. How long has she stopped praying? Should she start again? She decided not to get her mind stuck thinking about the praying option and used her cell phone to call the airline, hoping to gain some information. The operator refused to tell anything about it and suggested to pray while waiting for the official statement. Pray. She remembered how she wanted …