I was challenged by my notion of passion. The thought caught me at an important part of my day, the moment when my alarm wakes me up for the first time. It's always the same, I feel a heaviness in my body, my eyes timidly sip in the light, and I'm met by … Continue reading Wake Up Call.
Dear Someday, I hope this letter reaches you. I meant to tell you all this in person but something came up, as it always does. I'm sorry. I promise, Someday, well meet. I always talk about you. I think your name has stained my lips with a promise and its made for colourful conversations. I talk … Continue reading Someday
Sometimes its easy, sometimes its hard, but making the decision is key. There are a thousand tributaries rooted in every second, every moment presents an option to reshape the course of the river. This body of time has life and a mind of its own, it keeps coursing, swallowing the world in its fluid steps. … Continue reading Choice
Today I left my house with a roughly folded note tucked into my jacket pocket. I'm the kind of person who enjoys writing lists. So this morning, just before I put on my shoes to leave the house, I made a list. I decided to list the things I thought were important to remember and … Continue reading The List.
Echoes of Hand Claps
I tried to learn a story from you, something that could make sense of the smiles you have been sharing with the world. So we talked merrily in serious times until you opened up to me, opened a window into a room filled with laughter and music, you showed me your answers to my questions. … Continue reading Echoes of Hand Claps
Writing 101, Day 4: Seriously lost
We slip through this river of time together, I remember your faces. It's a crowded place sometimes, at times its deadly silent, I don't know where this current takes us, but I'm certain our journey's end. We are never in the same place twice, that is the nature of this river, it is the … Continue reading Writing 101, Day 4: Seriously lost
My early call to rise rings out at the same time ever morning, 5 am. Every morning, at 5 am, I rock myself out of a shallow sleep, gather the scattered pieces of my focus and brace myself, ready to face the budding day at its root. I loathed dawn for so long, returning to it … Continue reading Sunrise