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 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…

#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…

Psychotomimetic

Tormented by her nightmares Haunted by reality; In daily struggle to break free, Words were her surrender absorbed a world too blinded to wonder. Secrets hidden under exultant eyes, nights with psychedelic memories; vague flashes shadowed by sluttish confidence Inhibitions slowly fading under psychoactive spells. Magic no longer caused awe. Numb and blunt; It was…

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…

Day twenty two; Story twenty two

Happy friendship day everyone! Here’s a special story for this special day from a special person. It was 2013 and things for me kick started in July, I was looking for a chance to talk to her and friendship day was just the right time to start, and so I did. This day marked the…

Day five; Story five

I was always the funniest and the loudest person in the class in my previous school. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be short of friends, but slowly and eventually I realised that I was wrong. Now, I don’t have any friends and I’m probably the quitest person in…

“This isn’t what I want anymore”

And I was standing right beside them, yet for him the world didn’t exist around her. I saw him look at her the way he once looked at me and I felt my heart sink down to my feet. It’s not easy to see someone who’s your whole world, to look at their smile, hear…