SAVINA WRIGHT

The past few days were interesting. There was happiness, pain, fear, apprehension, and revisiting of old traumas. At some point, I know I...

July 18, 2019 I am listening to Damien Rice. The sky is grey. There is a typhoon lashing the country. This moment is almost like a cliché...

I’m amazed at how one moment it’s just a sense of foreboding, the next a tangible reality. The smell of rain and the slow hum of car engi...

You say your goodbyes to me in different ways. Sometimes loud, piercing, and violent. Other times, it is a soft whisper at the doorstep. ...

I visited this quaint cafe in Bangkok. The scenes and the scents were familiar but the language was alien, a reminder that here, I was a ...

Yangon is a city of contradictions. Very much like Manila. The glaring inequality. The tug of war between modernity and tradition. The de...

The wind scattered our voices among the blooms of summer. The falling leaves on our heads and the smell of dry asphalt announced a partin...

I am a child of the rain. My mother used to tell me that I have a birthmark that brings it with me. I have several memories as a kid when...