Photographs

There’s a Polaroid photo on my desk that I look at everyday. It is the memory of one of my favourite days in this city, that was once a foreign land, and now a place I call my own. There’s another photo in my wallet that I take with me wherever I go. When the…

Coffee ☕️

The bunny on my calendar with a mug of hot cocoa in his hands stares anxiously at me. I wish he smiled back. Yes, it’s a he. Why? Because I feel so. It’s evening and the calm composure that sits behind the keyboard at the moment hides never ending to-do lists, impending doom calculations and…

A Conversation with my Reflection-2

You’ve been drinking a lot of coffee lately. Maybe it is the stress or does it simply taste too good? Is fantasy like that? Too good to be true but so good that you keep imagining it? In those timeless loops, who do you think about? Do you miss home? Do you miss love? Do…

Normal/Free

Let’s take a break from our absurd lives and just be normal for a day. At least a day. A day where we can be unfiltered and unhinged. Where we don’t have to choose our words or actions because we can freely run along with the first instinct that comes to us. Let’s go back…

Pride when you were 5

Imagine you are a child, five years old, and your loving parents teach you a new word- “family” with albums and storybooks with a Mama bear, a Papa bear and a baby bear. You feel happy looking at your parents- your father hugging your mom and proudly looking at you. It is the year 1988…