Mahima Ravi

Tonight I started thinking about how things come back around. After many months, secretly, patterns repeat. Like my mindless doodles...

The darkness won’t hurt me. The slivers of light will— sharp as a knife through the gap between the curtains. There is something in the...

I was sinking in an ocean. And these hefty waves were beating down my back, they were cold and stinging. There was water going up my nose...