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…

Day 289- The countdown begins

In thirty two days, I will be on a flight back to my hometown, back to my family. It’s a strange feeling to be so torn between my love for two countries that I almost can’t comprehend what these short thirty two days would feel like. Today was officially the last day of school, it…

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,…

If I were to tell someone about you

If I were to tell someone about you, I would probably fumble and get twisted in my own words and thoughts. I would tuck my hair behind my ear and then release them from there because you like them open anyway. “I…I’m not quite sure” I’d say, knowing fully well exactly what I wanted to…

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 76 – A day in school

As I write this, I am sitting in the computer class during French lesson. I am still wet from this morning’s rain, have a mild headache and am utterly groggy. This is normal. Everyone here is multilingual. I have found myself in a situation where people were talking about their favorite German words in dutch,…

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- 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…

Revolution. 

Dear revolution,  See I have burnt too many letters in the past to take words for granted again.  So when I have finally mustered the courage to write to you, know that it is the product of words I’ve left unsaid.  My words make love to each other like estranged souls Even if most ears…