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…

India’s daughter

In utter chaos, between missiles and airstrikes; refugees and war; drugs and abuse; danger and darkness. There lay a hospital in a small city of India. Clean white tiles and the smell of hygiene reeked from the newly built four walls. Overwhelmed by tears, friends and family rejoiced around the little ball of beauty that…

She was different;

She was different. Call it cliched or blatant honesty, It was perhaps in the way she held that gun, with confidence and prowess like the precision of a leopard with it’s eyes on a helpless prey; vicious and cold. She was different. In the strangest of ways. Like the snow that slowly melted when the…

Prostitute? Human.

Her wrists bled from the tight ropes that dug into her skin making every inch of her cry out in agony and pain. Her hair fell over her face, hiding bruises behind that unrecognizable beauty. If you looked at her, you couldn’t in a million years imagine the girl who played on her daddy’s shoulders…

Observations of a gentleman…

Red hair and strange tattoos. A girl unlike any you’d met before. Long sleeves and skinny jeans, dark mind and a pretty face. One look at her and you knew, you knew that she was scared; of what? She’d never mention but her eyes told you all that you needed to know. They spoke of…