What a whirlwind of a year. To say that things have taken a 360° is an understatement. This time last year, I had four jobs, two of which were especially promising, a relatively better personal life situation and no abs. Fun fact, it’s the end of 2019 and I still don’t have abs. Here’s to 2020, the year of possibility. Continue reading 29 Lessons from 2019
I’m putting this out there to the world, hoping that it would leave me accountable. Here’s to committing to two posts a week.
Thank you and welcome aboard! Continue reading Seniinthebox 2.0
Writings by a young (ish) woman belonging to a minority community. Continue reading Minority Musings
Stream of consciousness musings. Continue reading Tell me how are you able to move forward?
During my time in India, my love for you grew and while you were always #1, (South) India soon became #2 and Nepal, #3. My work became a blessing to me and I began travelling more of South Asia and before you know it, I had fallen in love with the region, its people and paradise, all over again. But throughout it all, you remained #1. Continue reading An Open Letter to my Country, my (old) Friend
Back when I used to study Literature, they would often say that tragedy writes easier than comedy. The fact that I’m still writing, three days in a row, is also my inability to find solace with myself and what has happened. Continue reading How do you sleep at night?
Two days we have spent doing the bare minimum. Our fingers are number from the endless scrolls and our eyes hurt from staring at screens for longer than we should. We are not sure where our cars would take us but our emergency bags are packed. Continue reading The First Monday of the next Decade
While asleep, I dreamt of blood. Blood on me and blood around me. I’ve been having weird dreams for weeks anyway so that’s all there is to it. My Mother, while watching the news tells me of the “fall” of Notre Dam and how it was symbolic of the things to come and even possibly, the end of the world. See, unlike me, she believes in religion. She, unlike me, has been able to bypass and look beyond the cruel intentions of small groups of organised religion and continue with her faith. I, unfortunately, have not been able to. Continue reading Easter Sunday in Sri Lanka
