We are born empty-handed come, and we die empty-handed. Yet, most of us are born with clenched fists, and some die with them too. Perhaps this symbolises clinging from life to life, our futile grasping at slipping...

Super Short Story (183): Deathday As his Mother passed away on his birthday, this day will thereafter be remembered as her death anniversary too, probably more so than his birthday. He reckons he will never celebrate his birthday again, because how do you celebrate and ‘mourn’ at...

You cry when you are born. Because returning painfully is suffering. How much more tears? You cry when you are here. Because living unhappily is suffering. How much more tears? You cry when you are dying. Because leaving fearfully is suffering. How much more tears? (The irony? Your parents...