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
General anxieties on life and the sorts have been at an all-time high too and last night, I thought about the first few times I made silly attempts at suicide. Continue reading My ‘Live’ Story
To say that January has WHIZZED BY in a blink of an eye, is accurate. This month has also been rough. Continue reading Giving Thanks – January Edition
It has been a long time and a lot has happened, duh. But let’s not try to get too ambitious and call this a weekly practice, but a frequent practice of being thankful to what’s around me. Continue reading Week Thirty-Five: Giving Thanks