16.02.2020

Each year, I write a short post in your honour (except last year) and this year shouldn't be any different. We have come a long way, you and I. Our mutual crushing has stood the test of time. I feel like as the years go by, we grow close, then drift apart, and somehow, draw…

We were in love

We were in love. Not the love they sing or write sonnets about which last for centuries. Not the peaceful, picturesque kind either. We were in love. Practical, logical and totally weird. We were utterly vulnerable yet built these make-believe walls to coddle our egos. We fought, then made up. We prayed. We sinned. We…

Still learning

I accepted way too many things in my life for such a long time. I'm now learning how to draw lines and make boundaries. Forgive me, sometimes the process is a bit sloppy. I'm still learning.

Deadbeat

It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…