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…

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

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

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:…

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…

Easier said than done…

So my father lives in the belief that I’m a shallow ,good for nothing person. My mother barely has any time for me and I don’t blame her or anything but if she could just stop screaming at me for not getting things done that would be great. With a shortage of friends and not…

Incendiary.

She wasn’t miserable, in fact she was getting better. Her mind, frayed, but her body holding on. Her eyes searched only for him in the crowd, but on locating him, she couldn’t help but look away, it shattered her in ways she didn’t understand herself. Upon hearing even the slightest key note of his voice,…