I hate that you ruined my favorite perfume for me I cannot enjoy the fragrance without being transported back into your car I hate that I cannot steal your books anymore There was never a book I did not enjoy that had your fingerprints on it I hate that I can never walk in the… Read More 10 Things I Hate About You
I completed my masters today. Presented my thesis for an open defense and came out as a graduate. For the first five (ok let’s stretch it to 10) my family was ecstatic… and then came the regrets. Why didn’t you marry that guy back in 2013? Your life could have been so much more different.… Read More Not enough
My cousin passed away today. After suffering for more than a year from kidney failure. This is my second blood relative who has passed within a year. I was devastated when I lost D last August. Even though I only remember her briefly from childhood and met just once a few years back as an… Read More The Unfelt Grief
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