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 297- The woman at the old age home 

There is a woman at the old age home.  Her eyes glimmer of the history she’s witnessed in her long years here on earth.  Her wrinkles remind me of constellations, connected in a magnificent display of wisdom.  Her hands are always shaky. No matter how much I hold on to them, warming her skin against…

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…

My Host Family (Mijn GastFamilie)

I know, my exchange is almost over but better late than never right? Today, I’m going to introduce you to my host family. My family consists of my host mother, brother and sister. My host mother is a management and life coach and has her own business called “the coaching square”. She is extremely sweet…

For when you’re having a hard day

You don’t need to wake up one day expecting to know it all and have it all sorted out. Life never works like that. It’s okay to feel like a complete mess who has no idea about how the world works because you’re growing and evolving day by day, minute by minute. You don’t have…

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…

Day 7- A state of constant nostalgia

I can’t decide what’s easier, thirteen really interesting subjects or five in depth subjects. Studying in dutch is definitely hard, most of the time I’m just lost in thought or writing in Hindi in my notebook because I usually don’t want people to be able to understand. Most kids in my class asked me to…