Seven Things I mean When I Tell You “I’m Sorry”

(i) I don’t know how to stop being afraid, How to stop allowing fear to consume the cracks Of the place, we call home I’m afraid one day, They will crumble the walls that keep us safe  (ii) I don’t know how to love you Not quite in the way that I think you deserve…

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…

If I were to tell someone about you

If I were to tell someone about you, I would probably fumble and get twisted in my own words and thoughts. I would tuck my hair behind my ear and then release them from there because you like them open anyway. “I…I’m not quite sure” I’d say, knowing fully well exactly what I wanted to…

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…

 Belgium- Day 5

Well, my day began with my best friends wishing me at 12:00 am (IST) which so great. I spoke to my best friend after so many days and it was so nice to hear her voice. My birthday was a pretty lowkey day but it was also a beautiful day. A friend of mine sent…

Belgium- Day 4

10:00 am; 3 September 2016 (Saturday) I am so glad that weekends are one of those lazy days here because I was afraid I woke up too late. It’s slightly hard to tell what’s late and what’s early. I like this green apple muesli they have here so I eat that almost every morning, they…