Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours. If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea… Read More I can’t take the ache from heartbreak
Last week, exactly 7 days ago, the son of a not so distant relative passed away in a tragic road accident. He was 23 and the only son. He left behind three grieving sisters and two parents and a grandmother, whose life could not get more tragic. The grandmother had a few years back lost… Read More The Ghost Identity
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
I never thought I would be writing this. Never ever. People die everyday. Some memorable, some not so much. How do you mourn for someone who lay somewhere in between? THAT seems to be the debate on social media since last night ever since the unfortunate news broke about the horrific crash of Flight 661… Read More Let’s mourn today. Tomorrow, you can continue hating.
I have had ample time on my hands to watch TV the past couple of months but it was not nearly enough to convince me to write a blogpost about it. Just a week ago the streaming site I use started promoting The Night Of and hungry for more TV series as I am, I dived… Read More The Night Of: Reluctant Fundamentalist Goes to Prison
My mom raised us as a single parent. Obviously I don’t need to tell or even begin to make one understand how difficult it was for her. And she raised us well. She raised us like a mother and a father combined. Over the years she’s given us a lot of advice, but of these,… Read More Don’t Look Back
I never knew that I would be writing a farewell to the man who had brought me so much joy. It’s hard, I am unable to control my tears as I write this too. It’s funny how someone whom you have never actually met can have such an effect on you. I knew him as Professor… Read More Alan Rickman: The Man We Loved To Hate
Once long ago my best friend told me that some people create false memories so that they can forget the real ones. At that time I thought, how awful must someone’s life be that they wish to create false memories to take over the real ones. Years later I can identify. I didnt create false… Read More Forgotten Friendships