penspeakeasy

stories, hearsays, and good times in every round

There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.
—Calvin and Hobbes

Oh, you know. It’s the people we meet, get to know, be friends with, try to forget, look up to, or maybe even love. This are their stories, somehow tangled with mine.

We’ve all been there, really. To be perpetually dreaming of places to go, and getting lost the minute we get there. We all find our way back. Just tell me when to go home.

It’s been a while, isn’t it? To truly listen, speak our minds, or get away from our echo chambers. Let’s talk. We take stances, not sides. Welcome to my afterthought cafe!

At one point in recent history—inspired by the response towards the prohibition era—we hear of speakeasies catering to certain whims behind closed doors.

In this blog, I’ve turned this space into a speakeasy for stories. Every entry here is written from anywhere. Be it at home, or in a cafe, a bar, in someone else’s kitchen, on a familiar bed, after work, pre-assignment, or just as life happens.

A speakeasy can be anything other than what it’s meant to be. It’s somewhere unannounced, somewhat unassuming, and likely unbothered of the world outside it. In the same way, this speakeasy is for storytellers in their third spaces. Me, in wherever life brings me. You, in wherever you are in your life while reading this.

And even when nobody asked for this blog—now and then, like speakeasies, we find people who want in.


So here—take a shot, take it easy. Everyone’s welcome at penspeakeasy!