I apologize to the readers for this. This post is going to be a rant and a mess.
This One is About Pain.
I wavered on writing about this. I didn’t want to relive or revisit the pain that I’ve mostly healed from. I didn’t want to go back there. That place is so dark. That place led me to a mental break down that I had to get counselling for. That place is where I heard the …
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Depression…
You wake up…..its a new day, you don’t want to face the day. Because everyday its like you are drowning…..drowning in a sea called depression.
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In The Name Of God?
The things people will do in the name of God. The atrocities people will justify in the name of God. The Knights of the Templar killed in the name of God, jihads have been waged in the name of God. Domination of a whole race has been justified in the name of God. The Spanish …
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What Makes Me Sad
Tonnes of things make me sad, global warming, sexism, tribalism, corruption, kids dying of avoidable things, the Donald’s treatment of women… A lot of sadness.
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Sweet Nothings
I take your hand. You look away, I’m almost sure, you don’t want to be here. But I want to be here and I know I’ll maybe pay for this later on. You turn to me and kiss my cheek, and whisper how you love me. I try to not to smile, but I can’t …
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#UgBlogWeek Day 1: Short Story Writing Competition III
Hello Blog-o-sphere So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been, not writing doing so many things.Here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a Facebook group called The Gathering which sounds like a cult now …
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#Ugblogweek: School things and Self Esteem
Did School make me better? The answer to the above question is……….. I have no freaking idea. I loved and loathed school in equal measure. Loved because it brought me closer to my one and only love: books…..and I am a bit of a nerd. Well not just a bit, a whole lot. I am …
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My Rose
Dear Rose I won’t ask how you are doing, I mean, I really don’t need to. It’s been what, 15 years, since we last spoke? Back then, with all the hope and naivety that comes with being young, I thought the world wouldn’t let me down. Though I guess it had let me down long …
