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…

For when you’re having a hard day

You don’t need to wake up one day expecting to know it all and have it all sorted out. Life never works like that. It’s okay to feel like a complete mess who has no idea about how the world works because you’re growing and evolving day by day, minute by minute. You don’t have…

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…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear hysterical friend, Transcendent bits of joy won’t fill the diurnal void, the hole punched in your gut by your fate. The sphere of nothingness will engulf all of your moments of apparent joy because in the end there are only negative vibes around us, at least we only pick up on those and any…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Hey guys! This letter is a part of my newest pet project called “The anonymous letters project” The name in itself is fairly self explanatory, I want to offer to all the writers, the poets, the deep thinkers, the lovers and everyone who feels the need to express; a platform where they can be honest…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim, I connote these locutions in the cosmos hoping they end up on your door You gave me your love but you also taught me your beliefs. You’re so sure they’re true that you forced them upon me. Where is my cull? Where is my profigacy? Eighteen years I have spent…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear Life, “For billions of years since the outset of time, every single one of your ancestors has survived. Every single person on your mom and dad’s side, successfully looked after and passed on to you life. What are the chances of that like?” – The Streets Do you remember our vows? How we omitted:…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear future daughter / son, I’m 15 now and by the time you’re reading this you should be 15 too; my future self will try to tell you that I was immature and stupid when I wrote it but I think you need to read this because I definitely need to read this. Dear future…