When you’re on an exchange. Every little thing, action and movement towards you starts to matter. Such as when cars stop to let you pass through, or when someone makes an extra effort to help you. Specially the routes and things you see everyday. Bus Number 129 leaves from near my house towards my school … Continue reading Day 267- Bus 129
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 … Continue reading Day 40 – Getting lost
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 … Continue reading Day 23- Belgium
A letter to someone who’s searching for something, This is for you- Let the spaces echo your confusion. let the spaces help you find grey in lilac and yellow and green. let the emptiness be the words you can’t find but need. Sometimes we … Continue reading #The Anonymous Letters Project
I hate him. I really do. I’m so done being taken for granted, so done crying over him, so done. I know I’ll say this for days to come but I gave him this authority. I hate him for doing this to me. I hate him for having the audacity to do this. Broken beyond … Continue reading And he left…again.