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I want. Teflon for my self- esteem, to keep it untarnished from all the grease that gets thrown its way. Superglue to keep my heart together even as it trembles and waits to fall apart. Steel wool to accompany my… Continue Reading →
I’ve always been a terrible decision-make. And by that I don’t mean that I make bad decisions but rather it is the process by which I reach pivotal action points that’s sort of disturbing. Behind my indecisiveness is an ingrained… Continue Reading →
I make a mean stew. In my head, that is. I can take a nagging thought, dump it in a cauldron, season it with self-doubt and anger, and simmer it for days and nights. The ladle keeps turning to keep… Continue Reading →
The past week has been an overwhelming one. Never had I imagined that a piece written as a form of emotional release would go viral and be read by thousands of people. I’ve received hundreds of letters from strangers in… Continue Reading →
After almost thirty years of living in Dubai, I left. Although the possibility of packing up had been hovering as a ‘someday’, the actual decision felt like an anvil hitting the pit of my stomach. I spent my last month in the city… Continue Reading →
“May we get what we want, may we get what we need and may we never get what we deserve.” – An Irish toast It’s been twenty-four hours since I watched Wonder Woman and I’m still reeling from the dazzling… Continue Reading →
(Spoilers ahead- Do not read if you haven’t watched the show) I binge-watched ‘Thirteen Reasons Why’ a couple of days ago. Seems everyone’s been talking about it and considering it deals with an issue- mental health- that’s close to my… Continue Reading →
Selfish. How is it so easy to throw a word and walk away. Like a grenade you leave it to explode within me -an adjective, an accusation, a perhaps truth. All these years I’ve wrung myself out for you, held… Continue Reading →
At the almost end of the movie ‘Castaway’, there’s the scene where Tom Hanks has built his own raft and he’s set off on it after spending 1500 days marooned on an island. Even as he’s sailing away through the… Continue Reading →
Art is useless Art. A three letter word that pretentious fools like to cling on to with a desperate hope for validation. What is up with these people who stand before mish-mashed paintings that look like a collage of vomit… Continue Reading →
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