The realisation of my earliest wishes makes me wonder whether what I wished for was really what I needed
Facing the same moment twice makes me indulge in my special brand of nostalgia mixed with psychoanalysis
My focus on my discomfort in one aspect of life made me forget that everything has consequences, and I might not feel ready for some.
A look back at what changed when, and what that means now
Getting used to life in a form I’d never thought I’d encounter is taking some time, but it isn’t all that bad.
Where do you begin to demarcate between an eye-opening incident, and an unbelievable shit-show?
A party at night in a beach shack opened my eyes to the world around me
Going back to your roots isn’t easy, but finding the love you’ve lost is always worth it
My fascination towards the city that will soon be my home for the next couple of years