Tea or Coffee? Both.

Today, in this very brief yet very important (only because it contributes to my procrastination before midterms) post, I am going to tell you something about myself that any guy or girl that wants to me take me out on a date should know (not that there are many of you). Todays world is constantly…

Welcome to Indian Schools: A place where dreams go to die

It has been an established fact for quite some time now, that the Indian Education System is beyond flawed. When I entered grade 11th, I was determined to ensure that I do better than previous years simply because I wanted to prove to myself that I was a better student than I allowed myself to…

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…

18 December 2016

She was a different kind of special. She wasn’t the usual, “Wait till I get some vodka in my body so we can party”, she was the “Let’s go to the skin clinic and get some free kaya cool drink just because we can.” She liked to make the world believe that she would change…

To Aleppo

There will come a day when history books will talk of you like they did of the wars before you. When your body will be made a heritage site made to remember the horrors you faced. With innocence, tears and blood trapped in your corners under blocks of what was once a sight eyes died…

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…

Revolution. 

Dear revolution,  See I have burnt too many letters in the past to take words for granted again.  So when I have finally mustered the courage to write to you, know that it is the product of words I’ve left unsaid.  My words make love to each other like estranged souls Even if most ears…