I Spent a Month Without Setting an Alarm

It was first wonderful and then disastrous.
(Say that with a CAPITAL ‘D’.)
Sleepy Me - I spent a month without setting an alarm
Sleepy me

I’ve never really been distinctively shy of my dark circles, but come September end – when my insomnia was at its peak – I found it hard to dismiss the idea that I had started to – as my mother put it – ‘mildly resemble a raccoon’.

I had the face bone structure for it (not kidding), and the fact that a large part of my wardrobe is dominated by black, only happened to reinforce my mother’s above-mentioned hypothesis of my rapidly developing appearance.

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A Slice of the Good Life – An Excerpt about Daily Choices

A slice of the the good - an excerpt of daily choices
How many times in a day, in a week or a month do you do things for pleasure?

I’m sitting in the NSCI library – one of my favorite places in the city. It is still early in the day, the library is so quiet and my chair is so comfortable. People around me are engrossed into their laptop screens.

My laptop too, is switched on, staring at the keyboard, I’m thinking ‘what should I write?’

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The Transformation of a Denim Dress into an Overcoat

“Real transformation requires real honesty. If you want to move forward – get real with yourself.” – Bryan McGill
The transformation of a denim dress into an overcoatSometimes I can’t help but notice that there is something about the transformation from a girl to a woman, that marks a transitional change from the way you used to perceive things then, to how you perceive them now.

Whether it is being honest with yourself, taking responsibility, making career choices, dressing yourself – or in this case, accidentally perceiving a denim dress as a denim overcoat.

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Why We Retreat Into The Mountains

Brooding

I’m back in the mountains.

It’s the place I come to when I’m at a crossroad; it’s also the place where I realized I wanted to be a writer.

Of course, my mom had predicted this a long time ago, but it was only when I was up here, did I truly accept it.

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