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…

From 3rd October to 3rd February…

It’s been one heck of a ride. From your hands all over me, to your eyes not willing to make contact. Makes me wonder what went wrong. The butterflies are dying and I don’t know whether it’s a sign of moving on, because mentally I’m still there, back at the club, where for the first…

Easier said than done…

So my father lives in the belief that I’m a shallow ,good for nothing person. My mother barely has any time for me and I don’t blame her or anything but if she could just stop screaming at me for not getting things done that would be great. With a shortage of friends and not…

The difference…

His arms provided her with the comfort she needed as she thought to herself,” in ten years from now, when my life will have changed completely, will I ever sit and think about him? ” as of that time,” yes” seemed like the most appropriate answer. I guess you never really get over first love….