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.
Pain is unending, but that’s life for you.
Sitting by the ashes of my trust, waiting on a phoenix to rise, or a strong wind to blow it away
How life being divided on the basis of genitals makes no sense
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.
My First impression of the book ‘Pachinko’ by Min Jin Lee
My first impression on the book ‘The Goldfinch’ by Donna Tartt
Where do you begin to demarcate between an eye-opening incident, and an unbelievable shit-show?