When I was younger, there used to be people I used to look up to, admire and endlessly compare myself to. These people used to be friends, some adults around me, or perhaps even my own extended family. They seemed to have something special about them, you know? Something that put them on the right… Continue reading Fake pedestals
Author: tipsyditi
Aditi is a young woman who expresses, understands and absorbs through writing. She strives to be kind, both in her thoughts and actions. She feels most at peace with a nice book, some soothing piano in the background and a warm atmosphere hugging the air around her.
A dream this morning
I had a really sweet dream this morning, and I want to write it down before I forget. In the dream, I was at university (which, by the way, barely resembled the university I attend) to give an exam. I was climbing up a flight of stairs when I glanced over my shoulder to ask… Continue reading A dream this morning
Back to India
I'm going to be in India soon. 9 days to be exact. At this time, in 9 days, I will be with my family and in my childhood home. I could not be more excited. Going back to India feels a little like going on vacation but simultaneously going back home. It's really odd. This… Continue reading Back to India
My father deserved better than this
TW: A visual description of death and grief My grandpa passed away on Monday. I wrote about it. I was sad, but now I'm angry. I didn't ask how or where it happened the past three days because of everything that was going on. My father was in visible pain, it was not the right… Continue reading My father deserved better than this
Grandpa
My grandpa passed away this morning. I didn't really know him well; I think we were close when I was a child, but he was sick for most of my adolescent and adult life. Nearly all the clear memories I have of him are from when he was frail, small, and old. I can't really… Continue reading Grandpa
A song
A song called "Though I know"
UvA acceptance
I can still somewhat remember the evening I got into university. It was in February, I think. Nothing extraordinary. I remember walking from the living room and into my room, plopping down at my desk. I opened my laptop, and there it was, sent just a few minutes ago. An email from the University of… Continue reading UvA acceptance
I lied
*written a short while ago, I can't remember exactly when I lied today. About two weeks ago, while cleaning the living room of the apartment I share with my roommates, I think I broke the hand grip thing on a pot lid. Of course, it wasn't intentional, and I must've dropped it or something. I… Continue reading I lied
Rejection
Rejection is not pretty. I don't like it, and I don't imagine that anyone else does either. To me, rejection feels a lot like failure. And I don't like failing. I think my whole life, whether it is personal or academic, revolves around me doing things that minimise my chance of failure. I do not… Continue reading Rejection
1,000 days of gratitude
Today, I completed 1,000 days of practising gratitude every night before I go to bed. I am so glad I follow this practice, it helps me find the little joys in my life - the people and even the magic in routines and mundaneness. Even on the bad days, I have always found at least… Continue reading 1,000 days of gratitude
Memoirs of a Muse 