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…

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 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…

 Belgium- Day 5

Well, my day began with my best friends wishing me at 12:00 am (IST) which so great. I spoke to my best friend after so many days and it was so nice to hear her voice. My birthday was a pretty lowkey day but it was also a beautiful day. A friend of mine sent…

#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:…

Losing Grip ( A guest post + Collaboration)

 It’s getting hard again. I don’t know why but it is. It’s like things are going out of control minute by minute, second by second. Well, yeah. It’s a part of life. I mean life has a tendency of fucking things up when you try to finally be happy but its in your hands whether…

To be or not to be?

She never thought she could like someone the same way ever again, yet here he was with his hands wrapped around her telling her it was okay. He made her smile like the months of pain and mental torture were never a part of her life. They would talk for hours and hear each other…