Excerpts from Unsent Letters and Unfinished Thoughts

“The past few days have been nothing short of mundane and dull. I’ve been stuck in the hospital for fourteen days and I’m not getting any better, my dad says that it’s still a good thing because I’m not really getting worse either. My body is just stagnant. There’s only so many movies one can…

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…

18 December 2016

She was a different kind of special. She wasn’t the usual, “Wait till I get some vodka in my body so we can party”, she was the “Let’s go to the skin clinic and get some free kaya cool drink just because we can.” She liked to make the world believe that she would change…

Dreamland

I put my phone aside after an hour of saying my goodbyes to him. It was a daily ritual, as though I couldn’t sleep without talking to him for at least an hour after saying bye. When I would finally feel the sleep in my eyes begin to gently pull me into a soft lullaby,…

Day 97- In the Dilhome

Today was my first day as a volunteer at the old age home in Dilbeek. It was overwhelming, to say the least. My work isn’t very difficult, I really quite enjoy it. In the morning I help lay the table for lunch and then head over to the other block where I help feed people,…

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…