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
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The world killed the poet in me
I think the world has killed the poet in me. Or rather, the world has killed the poetry in me. As I grow older, I find myself becoming more practical, sensible, and logic-driven than I was as a child. As a child, I had my head up in the clouds, I loved poetry, I had… Continue reading The world killed the poet in me
My Parisian fairytale
So, I was in Paris for about a week. Five days to be exact. The trip was absolutely magical. Genuinely, it was ethereal. I fell in awe of the city, the people and the atmosphere. I like big cities, I grew up in one. Paris felt like being transported back to India in the confines… Continue reading My Parisian fairytale
A shift in the cosmos
Last night, I was on my rooftop with a friend. We were walking, talking and watching the clouds change shape. When I'm with him, there's no masks on. I don't feel the need to behave a certain way or say certain things, I'm just me. Authentic, real me. I'm honest with him, more honest than… Continue reading A shift in the cosmos
17 days
So, I'm leaving in about 17 days. Moving to another country, leaving this life behind and starting a new one. It's a period of many changes, ends and beginnings. I'm leaving. It doesn't get anymore real than that. Well, I've been spending my last few days home with my friends, a little bit with my… Continue reading 17 days
My grandfather’s advice
I just got off the phone with my grandfather. He's a stern and methodical man, he always has been. I've admired him for his need for order, love of lists, habit of writing things down and undying curiosity. I share these characteristics too and I truly believe that these things have rubbed off on me,… Continue reading My grandfather’s advice
Bad days
Everyone has good days and bad days. I've been having a couple of meh-ish, bad days in a row now. It's not too serious, but I feel like these things build up, you know? My bad days usually start with a feeling of heaviness when I wake up in the morning; maybe because of a… Continue reading Bad days
Wind-up toy
I believe that I do relatively well at university - both academically, in my co-curricular and extra-curricular activities. My marks, certificates and volunteering proves that. I think I do relatively well, or rather, I think others think I do relatively well. Lately, it's been a good time, achievement-wise for me - I've been interviewing people… Continue reading Wind-up toy
Some things never go away
When I was a teenager, I self-harmed. I would cut myself every time I got upset or sad or angry. I was around 13 years old when I first did it, I was really sad about something, but I just can't remember what. By the time I turned 17, it was a terrible dependency. I… Continue reading Some things never go away
Zig-zagging
Let's, just for a moment, hypothetically assume that everything we wish to achieve lies on a single straight line. Along the straight line are various checkpoints of wants, desires and achievements. Every time you fulfill a goal, another takes its place and so the story goes. Life, however, is not a straight line. More of… Continue reading Zig-zagging
Memoirs of a Muse 