By: Ishita Khambete I open my computer, utting on my Airpods, and opening Spotify. I looked at my Spotify homepage, figuring out what to listen to. I choose a playlist to listen to, it’s All Out 80s. The first song is Radio Ga Ga by Queen, the familiar intro music filling my ears, and I slipped into a wonderful calm. As the day passes by, I switch playlists, not listening to one completely. It’s the evening time, and I’m listening to hard rock, and AC/DC is Back in Black. The energy flows through my veins, and I’m living in the moment. It’s nighttime, I’m listening to a playlist, and The Chain by Fleetwood Mac is playing. The music flows through my veins, the calm that comes with it rising. Music is my life, and I listen to it, day in, day out. After all, why wouldn’t you listen to music when you have playlists?
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By: Ishita Khambete This is a follow-up to Ishita's short story titled 'Scene.' Read her piece here. I had gotten back from talking at a workshop, and as I sat on the floor, petting Finley, with the fire in the fireplace crackling, I looked at Roisin’s face as the glare from her phone lit up her face. I smiled a little bit, and looked over at my phone, which had a notification on it. Roisin: Ye saw my face, didn’t ya? I immediately snorted and laughed, startling Finley. Roisin looked up from her phone and smirked a little bit. “Saoirse, why is it so easy to make you laugh?” “I don’t know! I’m just that kind of person.” I said, looking over at Finley, who was now playing with one of his toys. “Ahahaha, that’s been clear since I first met you,” Roisin said, smiling at me. “Nothing has changed, has it?” “Nope, nothing. It’s almost like we’re the same people from when we first met.” “We definitely aren’t the same people from five years ago.” “You sure?” “Hell yeah. We’re different.” “At least this relationship isn’t.” “Of course. If something happened to our relationship, then everything would be over. You already know what would happen if we didn’t have this love.” I said, looking at the empty glass of what used to be wine on the coffee table. Roisin looked over at the glass and nodded somberly. “Right. I know what would happen. You’ve come close before, right?” “Yeah, I have. Underage too. Life wasn’t pretty a decade ago,” I said, getting up. “Can I sit next to you?” “Yeah, come on over.” Roisin said, moving over, making a space on the couch. “Thanks babe.” I said, sitting next to my girlfriend, my hand on her shoulder. “Anything for you, Saoirse,” she said, grabbing the remote. “Do you want to watch TV?” I immediately smiled and said, “Of course.” And with that, Roisin turned on the TV, the fireplace crackling and Finley scrambling around in the background. By: Grace Zhang On this gloomy day I have never prayed As much as I have For a moonlit night. As the fog fades away My heart goes astray. Will he come and stay Or will we part ways? Nevertheless I will sit forevermore By the window Waiting for his word On a moonlight night. |