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…

Spain- Day 242

I realized I haven’t blogged about Spain half as much as I should’ve. After all, I did spend about a month of my exchange there. The first thing you notice about Alicante, is that there’s no hurry. Everyone seems to be so at ease and focusing on the now. It’s among the only places where…

Day 61- Spain

Hello everyone. Last Wednesday, our school took us to meet and talk to a Syrian Refugee. To tell you the truth, I’ve always wanted to learn more about pain. I believe that the lessons you can learn from even hearing about the pain someone has been through can move mountains. It’s a part of the…

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…

Serenity and silence. 

With time, I have come to fear nature. The chaos we humans have created seems to be preparing to ricochet with full force.  I fear that one day it may all come crashing down on us. Intense rain coated with just a hint of serenity. Hurricanes that’ll shatter the machines that create magic from our…

What it means to be Indian

Four hundred year old temples And a Four thousand year old civilization I tell myself that this country of snake charmers just isn’t meant for me. But when I look back at this country so full of grace, There’s clearly something I fail to ace. You see, the fact that I’m the daughter of a…

What it means to be Indian

Four hundred year old temples Four thousand year old civilization I tell myself that this country of snake charmers just isn’t meant for me. But when I look back at this country so full of grace, There’s clearly something I fail to ace. You see, the fact that I’m the daughter of a Punjabi in…