A normal day

I've been a terribly fussy birthday person. I get depressed and overtly self critical and end up thinking that people around me are being fake for the sake of the day. Till last year, I used to believe that it's not a life worth celebrating. Have things changed drastically that I don't feel that way … Continue reading A normal day


A November morning

In a few hours, the otherwise "too big for one soul" house will be bustling. Maybe I'll not have time to gather my thoughts. Maybe I should write now.  I've promised myself that I'll write a letter to my older self every year. I must feel braver. I must know that I tried. And thus, … Continue reading A November morning