To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
How life being divided on the basis of genitals makes no sense
The people make the city what it is, and at every turn, something unexpected awaits
Facing the same moment twice makes me indulge in my special brand of nostalgia mixed with psychoanalysis
A letter about what I learnt over 7 years of mistakes and successes in relationships, for a person I may never send it to.
‘Would I go back?
Change it, if I could?
Wish it away?
I don’t know’
I learnt to ask for help, and help myself, and hopefully, help you, too