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- Day 1

31 August 2016; 04:00 am; Indra Gandhi International Airport (Terminal 3) I leave the comfort of a place I have been calling home for the past eleven years. The reality of it all hadn’t quite sunk in until I called my best friend and discussed the possibility of meeting  upon y return. On the fabric…

Raining Glass (Shared)

There she was, again. Sitting on the ice cold floor, demented, confused and curious. Her mind racing with terrifying thoughts, heart thumping and body covered in sweat, struggling to free her mind from restlessness. She was anxious and alone. All alone in that dark cold place, unaware of her surroundings. She was shaking. Shaking with…

Major Missing

Remember how I said I was over him? Well, it turns out that I really really am. But I still have my moments. Moments when I miss him and his presence. I miss it all being about him and no one else,when it was understood that no guy would take his place. when it wasn’t…

16/09/2015

Do you believe in what people say? Do you believe that once people are broken in certain ways, it’s somehow always hard to even take the easy road, and that love becomes a distant dream? I do. I used to believe that heartbreaks were a part of life and that one day I’d get up…