Importance. The word itself resonates a feeling of value and worth. It gives an impression of sincere higher priority. And we know that some things are more important than other things. Spending time with loved ones, admitting wrongdoing, speaking up for our rights. Some things are simply more important. Not only do we all recognise… Continue reading Importance is Relative
Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually starting to get my life together. Turning twenty in January was an eye-opener for me, and frankly, I needed a change of perspective. In the weeks leading up to my birthday, I was completely overwhelmed with responsibility, overworked from Christmas, and extremely broken at… Continue reading Livin’ it
When the clock stroke 12 last Thursday, I had a gush of emotions flowing through my body. I sighed. I was 20. I had been counting down to this day for months. It wasn’t a particularly happy count-down, if I say so quite honestly. I wasn’t sure what I should feel. Should I be happy… Continue reading I’m more.
This year has gone by in the blink of an eye. I can’t believe it’s the new year… I simply don’t know where 2015 has gone. I just don’t understand…I mean, what? Huh? With every year, people develop their minds and bodies. They work towards being better people, being successful and happier embodiments of their… Continue reading Wait, it’s 2016 already?
Going back to university after a 4 month long summer holiday is like leaving the bathroom after a super hot shower or walking out of an air-conditioned building on an Indian summers day or like getting out of bed on a winters morning. Your entire body feels like it has received a shock. There is a… Continue reading Natural Selection
I was offered an opportunity to see Tom Russell live at the 100 Club on Oxford Street. I’ll be honest with you, until yesterday, I had never listened to the music neither did I know of the artist, despite being told about this gig a good month in advance. So, on the one hand, I didn’t… Continue reading Back in time with my punk-rock heels
At times, I feel as if the hardest challenges for me are those where I have to accept a person’s personality and decisions for what they are. I’m not the quietest of girls. in fact, I would define myself as a naive, somewhat simple, and logical person with a straightforward attitude. I like to say… Continue reading The hardest decisions…