It has been a while since I have written a NY story! I had a temporary memory relapse and all of a sudden I forgot them all :S (Sarah is going to kill me now) but they are coming back to me. Anyway. Earlier in our trip to NYC we[...]

“200 thousand books,” Sarah told me with lots of pride. I wasn’t with her at all, mentally, when she said this blasphemous hypocrisy. My eyes were fixed on the librarian. But let’s rewind a little bit. On a random day, like all unlabeled, unnamed days when you are on holiday,[...]

“Come on chicken legs!” she said. I didn’t listen. I embraced the rain. It was cold, cold rain, and the sky had become a darker hue of purple. We had to rush home, but I didn’t want to go home. I loved the rain. She pedaled ahead of me, and[...]

Rainy Day on 44th Street by ~mr-anathema on deviantART One of the many often lovely yet disturbing facts about NY is that the weather changes several times in a single day. What starts off as a sunny day with brilliant sunshine changes into a depressing thunderstorm followed by a tornado[...]

Although I was good at table tennis, I was never good at the actual full-scale sport. As elegant and graceful as I may seem when attempting to strike the tennis ball, I discovered that, for me at least, tennis should be played vertically rather than on the ground’s surface. I[...]