Diaries of an alcoholic

People can start to feel like a distant memory; folded away between an old copy of wuthering heights. You know the kind. They start to resemble drunken nights, The events of the past begin to shape-shift into distorted images and blurs. Only sometimes, you don’t want to wake up with no recollection of what went…

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

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

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…

#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…

To be or not to be?

She never thought she could like someone the same way ever again, yet here he was with his hands wrapped around her telling her it was okay. He made her smile like the months of pain and mental torture were never a part of her life. They would talk for hours and hear each other…

To anyone facing life’s bullshit,

Fellow suffering human, I know you’re going through a hard time, and I’m more than aware that telling you it gets better with time won’t change the pain that the present bears. I realize it’s easier said than done but I ask of you to not let this world make you bitter, not let the…