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 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:…

She was different;

She was different. Call it cliched or blatant honesty, It was perhaps in the way she held that gun, with confidence and prowess like the precision of a leopard with it’s eyes on a helpless prey; vicious and cold. She was different. In the strangest of ways. Like the snow that slowly melted when the…

Cheers to heartache!

Ribbons in her hair and twisted braids, her heart stopped with one glance from him. “Liar, liar” she thought to herself, and as the crowds got quieter, her insides burnt brighter. “Oh my darling, can’t you see? I can’t take in, what you did to me.”, they say, absence makes the hear grow fonder, but…

It’s over. Come back.

It’s over, come back honey. The people you care about won’t always reciprocate. You have your whole life ahead of you darlin’. Back to square one, oh baby! I know how you feel. It’s another few years and this will all blow over and you can start a new life elsewhere, like you always wanted….

It’s a small world.

It’s almost new years and yes, like everyone else I don’t know where this year went but the past is the past and I don’t wish to give thought to it anymore. Let’s talk about 2015 for a while? So what comes to my mind when I think of 2015? Dreams? Hopes? Resolutions? No. Not…