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

Hi S,

Hi S,  How are you doing? You probably don’t read my blog, but I felt like writing you this letter anyway. It’s been two and a half years since we parted ways. And it’s been a little over two years since I have seen your face. I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re happy… Continue reading Hi S,

The notion of being ‘good enough’

I have to make a strange admission - throughout my life, I have been afraid of not being good enough. Not being good enough at academics, at dance, at swimming, at reading 'smart' books and so on. I've striven to be absolutely perfect in every single thing that I have done and while I end… Continue reading The notion of being ‘good enough’