We all lie. Let’s admit it. But continuously living with one is something not all of us do. It’s a terrible thing to carry with you. And with time it becomes more of something that you are hiding rather than lying about. I have been hiding/lying about a secret my entire life. That’s close to… Read More Living with a lie
I read Me Before You a while back and I had trouble understanding Will’s predicament. He wanted to die. He was wheelchair bound, unable to move any part of his body but could only hear, see and speak. He wanted to kill himself to rid himself and his family the ‘misery’ he was trapped in.… Read More How do you stop them from wanting to die?
The feeling of restless, of encroaching death that I had been feeling for the past two months finally went away. For death finally stepped outside of the shadows, it showed its face on the doorstep of my cousin sister. The last person I expected it to visit. It was all like a scene from a… Read More Gone for good
Sharing another memory. One I can never forget. I was a teenager. Just entered my teens. And just like any other book nerd my age was in love with Harry Potter. Scratch that. Was obsessed with Harry Potter. So it was with that eagerness and zealousness that I entered the only bookstore in my city… Read More 21st June 2003
The other day I was watching the television and this scene came up. It triggered a memory I had of you. Of us. When we used to walk together. You did the exact same thing with me, it was a tiny gesture. You hated PDA as much as I did. And we were walking on… Read More I hope it doesn’t remind you of me
my latest obsession as you can see from my previous posts in The Script. To think i am acting like a teenage yet again. I have to draft more than 1500 words because I am back to earning via writing and it is oh so difficult. SO DIFFICULT to write for something that you don’t… Read More I wanted words but all i got was nothing
The initial years of my asthma attacks have been playing on my mind lately. How in order to not wake my mom up, I used to get out of bed and cower underneath the bed or try to squeeze my face between the wall and the cupboard so as to drown out the wheezing sounds… Read More Out of breath
Lately all I ever think about while going to sleep is waking up next to my mom who has stopped breathing. I panic, unable to comprehend what to do. I have played this scenario repeatedly in my head for a million times and have failed to arrive at the solution. What do I do if… Read More The not so irrational fear