Day 25- Belgium

How to survive being an exchange student in 5 simple steps: Month 1 (Easy version) (i) Immerse yourself in the language. Notice how listening to things you don’t understand all day gives you a slight headache in your left temple and all of a sudden you’re aware of how numb your body feels. Regret your…

Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

Belgium- What school here is like

Since I have realized that it isn’t possible for me to be posting everyday, I have decided to keep updating you all as and when possible. Lets start with school shall we? The ride to school is my least favorite part of the day, Belgium isn’t all plains the way I assumed, instead it is…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear Boo, You see I have always loved the concept of optimism. That part where you notice that the glass is half full rather than it is half empty. Where you focus on the part that you are getting something to drink rather than not the whole thing. I have always loved the concept of…

She was different;

She was different. Call it cliched or blatant honesty, It was perhaps in the way she held that gun, with confidence and prowess like the precision of a leopard with it’s eyes on a helpless prey; vicious and cold. She was different. In the strangest of ways. Like the snow that slowly melted when the…

Breathe with me now, love : To You. (A guest post)

You’re like the calmness after the storm. Your eyes are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.  They are my calmness, the mirrors where I see myself. You’re my mirror, love. You see right into me. I want to be the one that comforts you. I want to be the one that you call at…

Beautiful day.

I had an absolutely beautiful day today, one of the days where I can actually say that I picked my head up, moved on and didn’t let anyone take control of my mood. After travelling about half an hour to meet my best friend, I had a lovely time catching up with her, after which…

Time: A hundred word story

If you stop and notice, ever so carefully. You would see time move in the littlest of ways. You would notice the hands of a clock, ticking away in disdain, you’d see the clouds float away after relieving themselves of the heavy rain. And over time you’d see the flowers wilt and bloom again. An…

Change in the winds…

So I put on my most comfortable top and shorts. Why? Because I felt like dancing. Because I felt great. Because I realized that I’m never letting people tell me who I am and what my limits are. I was beautiful before he entered my life, and I’m ever better since he’s left. I don’t…