My (biological) Father died on the thirteenth of September. I don’t speak of my Father much as he wasn’t really a part of my life growing up. The night I was told of his passing, the fourteenth, I tried to recall the few things I remember about him. I was at the vet with myContinue reading "My Father"
It was World Suicide Prevention Day yesterday and trust me if we don’t talk about it, then, when will we? NB – There are tonnes of disclaimers in the following text just so we don’t offend anyone you know. I don’t mean to sound like a negative nanny by the end of it, but likeContinue reading "Let’s Talk about Suicide in Urban Areas"
Hello friend! It started with being told that I had to cover my head from the airport to car park C. My arms too. I wore all black, for no particular reason but the dirt on my clothes will not be seen after a really long flight. I almost always pack a shawl, socks, cardiganContinue reading "Afghanistan at First Sight"
If you don't know what Bullet Journaling is, I highly suggest you go on Instagram or YouTube, do a random search, lower your expectations and come back to this post.
It’s been a long time coming. I say this a lot, I know but this has been a long time coming. I made this “reminder” sometime back and never checked it off. In fact, a few months after it was created, I even removed the due date as I wasn’t sure if this would everContinue reading "New Beginnings"
What is identity? What is identity? The more I think about it, the further it finds itself away from me. Because I don’t know know what it’s like for you, but for me, identity is a concept that far away. To me, I felt I lost a piece of my identity the day I went … Continue reading Friday 16th March – 0105h
What is identity? What is identity? The more I think about it, the further it finds itself away from me. Because I don’t know know what it’s like for you, but for me, identity is a concept that far away. To me, I felt I lost a piece of my identity the day I went … Continue reading Friday 16th March – 0105h
Emergency Bag They tell us it is over now. The bombs, the violence and the fear in which may have bowed. But as I put away my emergency bag tonight, it worries me to think, it worries me to think of a possible return of the same plight. But this time when it comes, Where … Continue reading Friday 16th March – 0055h
Emergency Bag They tell us it is over now. The bombs, the violence and the fear in which may have bowed. But as I put away my emergency bag tonight, it worries me to think, it worries me to think of a possible return of the same plight. But this time when it comes, Where … Continue reading Friday 16th March – 0055h
Everyone called her Akka. Even the ones who were “Aunty” to her or the ones she would’ve been an “Aunty” too. Even my Mother calls her “Akka”. Then there was Weerasinghe. He sported a fedora while driving his three-wheeler and his fluency in English meant that he could chauffeur around the expat community in the … Continue reading Wednesday 7th March – 1930h
Everyone called her Akka. Even the ones who were “Aunty” to her or the ones she would’ve been an “Aunty” too. Even my Mother calls her “Akka”. Then there was Weerasinghe. He sported a fedora while driving his three-wheeler and his fluency in English meant that he could chauffeur around the expat community in the … Continue reading Wednesday 7th March – 1930h
It’s probably a little late in the day and I know, we should move on with the topic already but as a rule of thumb I try to give myself about a twenty-four hour period to really let things sink in and see if I am ready to move on or continue talking about it. … Continue reading But how do we move on?
It’s probably a little late in the day and I know, we should move on with the topic already but as a rule of thumb I try to give myself about a twenty-four hour period to really let things sink in and see if I am ready to move on or continue talking about it. … Continue reading But how do we move on?
To my dearest, I know you think it’s silly that I am writing to you, truth be told, it is. I haven’t written letters in a long time, let alone one that wouldn’t be open by the intended recipient. But I think it’s probably wise you know on why I have decided on taking the … Continue reading A Letter to the Children I Would Never Have
To my dearest, I know you think it’s silly that I am writing to you, truth be told, it is. I haven’t written letters in a long time, let alone one that wouldn’t be open by the intended recipient. But I think it’s probably wise you know on why I have decided on taking the … Continue reading A Letter to the Children I Would Never Have
To Bhagya – who reflects along with me, even from a distance. This was supposed to come in as a birthday post but that didn’t happen. New Year’s resolutions aren’t really my thing but most of 2017 has been spent a lot with a good deal of self reflection that has obviously resulted in the … Continue reading 27 Ways to Make 2018 Great
To Bhagya – who reflects along with me, even from a distance. This was supposed to come in as a birthday post but that didn’t happen. New Year’s resolutions aren’t really my thing but most of 2017 has been spent a lot with a good deal of self reflection that has obviously resulted in the … Continue reading 27 Ways to Make 2018 Great
Living sustainably has always been important for me. Since I was small, I used to care for the environment, I would like to say trees in particular because at that time, some bits of religion and general feels towards animals weren’t that strong. Now things have changed though and you’d be surprised at the amount … Continue reading On Adopting Sustainable Lifestyles
Living sustainably has always been important for me. Since I was small, I used to care for the environment, I would like to say trees in particular because at that time, some bits of religion and general feels towards animals weren’t that strong. Now things have changed though and you’d be surprised at the amount … Continue reading On Adopting Sustainable Lifestyles
For a long time now, I associated travelling with inconveniences. It was the hassle of planning, hassle of packing (then unpacking and doing laundry once you are back), hassle of leaving work behind (and then coming home to realise that they never missed you after all – insecurities!), hassle of visa and nonsense if it … Continue reading Welcome to my Year of Travel