02 November 2017; 

On an eerie winter morning, a child tiptoed his way to my lost self, he perched himself beside me on a lone park bench. He seemed to be five or six years old at most as he peered into the book before continuing, “What colour is the sky?” He asks with such innocence that it…

Day 261- Let’s go Paris

Travelling does not seem to give joy to those who do it without regular reality checks. The idea of going away and running away to explore loses its meaning when there’s nothing to escape. Having traveled to Paris, London, Berlin and Alicante, I no longer feel the urge to see monuments and check them off…

Berlins beauty- Day 225

Berlin is a city unlike any I have ever encountered. It reeks of beauty build on tight crossroads of pain and tragedy. It reminds me of roses, spring, despair, a city that was once built brick by brick and broken down missile by missile.  When in Berlin, you don’t have a choice but to face harsh realities…

Day 61- Spain

Hello everyone. Last Wednesday, our school took us to meet and talk to a Syrian Refugee. To tell you the truth, I’ve always wanted to learn more about pain. I believe that the lessons you can learn from even hearing about the pain someone has been through can move mountains. It’s a part of the…

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…

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

Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim, I connote these locutions in the cosmos hoping they end up on your door You gave me your love but you also taught me your beliefs. You’re so sure they’re true that you forced them upon me. Where is my cull? Where is my profigacy? Eighteen years I have spent…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear Life, “For billions of years since the outset of time, every single one of your ancestors has survived. Every single person on your mom and dad’s side, successfully looked after and passed on to you life. What are the chances of that like?” – The Streets Do you remember our vows? How we omitted:…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Hey guys! This letter is a part of my newest pet project called “The anonymous letters project” The name in itself is fairly self explanatory, I want to offer to all the writers, the poets, the deep thinkers, the lovers and everyone who feels the need to express; a platform where they can be honest…