Passed down over generations Started by one It’s what has always been done // Don’t disobey elders, They know better, Why can’t a child know more? College is an institution that grooms your career Why can’t I, the world, explore? Marriage is a scared bond Between a man and a woman Why? Does love look […]
There’s a lot going on / So much change all around / It makes me worry I’ll forget / The things that make life great / The things that made me me / All those cherished memories / So much in my head / A million new things every breath / Will all those old […]
A top pick from one of the most frequently asked questions, I’m going to say from age 3, “Who do you want to be when you grow up?” What’s wrong with who I am? Simple, yet unsaid. A lot of questions raced through my mind while listening to Shane Koyczan’s TED talk – a plea for more […]
February 3, 2016 It had been my second winter break since I moved to New York. As excited as I was to go back the first time, I was that much more apprehensive the second time around. A lot had changed. I, myself, was in a transition, just about stumbling upon my own sense of […]
Unabridged. Unadulterated. Unbridled. Lately, I’m seeing a pattern in my life, where I stumble upon things that are perfectly aligned with my thoughts, only to augment my vision, enrich my perspective. They say as soon as you start owning your own, initiate that first intent toward your goal, the universe actualizes every effort to align with you. […]
Here’s to rescuing every thought in my mind, and releasing it into reality! Greenlight Bookstore – I didn’t even know what I was looking for, browsing through all those notebooks. It’s a weakness, I tell myself. In reality, I think it’s an addiction – my addiction for words, for stories. Although a lot of my stories […]
As the year comes to a close, and we stand at the onset of yet another new one, I’m embracing a new mindset, a new direction, for a new, better me. But some of the fondest memories that make me ME will always be from my childhood, the start of my story. I don’t remember […]
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