Apologies are in order I think? I have been so busy trying to fix loose ends, straighten out old bends and smoothen out the edges, that I almost forgot to check up on you, knocked on your door, but I think you must have been rather preoccupied. You stood for 10 mins at the bus … Continue reading Becoming.
I have had this blog for so long now, and it is probably only because of the love, support and readership you guys have offered me for it. I can never thank you enough for reading it, thank you, for supporting it with all of your life and heart. Just a couple of things I … Continue reading A blog about my blog
Ever since I was little, my dad rubbished my (if I may say so myself) impressive report cards and told me, grades do not matter, nothing matters, the only thing that does is who you are as a person. The only thing that truly defines you is if you are a good person or bad. … Continue reading To Papa, Happy Birthday
2.5 years old. Sitting on the balcony next to the aquarium is my favorite pass time. There is a rocking chair put strategically next to the windows that seem endless to me, and the aquarium is right behind it. I love sitting on that chair, going back and forth and pretending to be in a … Continue reading Unwinding, chronologically
It is my duty to inform you that everything you are going to read here on, is mostly just a rant for my blue journal. It might also be incoherent, and of course, inconsistent but the only reason you're reading any of it, or anything that I ever write really, is because you're used to … Continue reading Wrapped up in a blanket
One of my closest friends turned 24 just last weekend and he decided to treat me on that day, for no apparent reason. His treat was two tickets to a short film being showcased in Melkweg, Amsterdam. The movie was titled "A land shaped by women" written and directed by Anne-Flore Marxer, featuring a cast … Continue reading Women.
It dawns on me every time, during every conversation that my mother and I have had in our living room in the past six years. A humble room painted brown and cream, a few years ago before I (in my mother’s overly dramatic expression) “flew out of the nest”. The curtains were a shade of … Continue reading Sundays.