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…

On being back and missing home;

For the past fifty days, I have been asked on various occasions what my one year in Belgium was like, what it was worth, what it did and how it felt to be back. I have been scratching my head since well before my departure from the Brussels international airport as to how I would…

Spain- Day 242

I realized I haven’t blogged about Spain half as much as I should’ve. After all, I did spend about a month of my exchange there. The first thing you notice about Alicante, is that there’s no hurry. Everyone seems to be so at ease and focusing on the now. It’s among the only places where…

Day 40 – Getting lost

I feel a little lost these days. It’s like that feeling of numbness in chaos. I don’t know what to do when and I’m just floating there. School is way too long for my taste, it feels like it’s a never ending maze. I like to believe my classes are going well but more often…

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

Dear hysterical friend, Transcendent bits of joy won’t fill the diurnal void, the hole punched in your gut by your fate. The sphere of nothingness will engulf all of your moments of apparent joy because in the end there are only negative vibes around us, at least we only pick up on those and any…

#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:…