As I look into the mirror I think – whose body is this? It can’t be mine, Dark marks galore and a deep coffee coloured line, That runs all the way down my belly though it isn’t very straight, Fresh burgundy stretch marks and back pain from carrying this extra weight. I haven’t seen my … More 35 Weeks And Counting
I get it, sometimes when you’re not in the best place mentally, it can be a hard pill to swallow hearing someone else’s good news. “Oh you got engaged? Wow I’m so happy for you” – {she says in the most disinterested, monotone voice ever heard.} When you’re down in the dumps, it’s actually easier … More Sometimes It’s Easier To Mourn Than To Rejoice
It was a hot Summer’s day in the city of London and there they were: a couple of mid-20 somethings totally and completely engrossed in one another. So engrossed in fact, that the other nine million people roaming the city were no more than an afterthought to them. Like I said, it was a hot … More The One She’d Been Waiting For
The virus doesn’t move, people move it. We stop moving, the virus stops moving, the virus dies. It’s that simple. As of last night, Boris finally declared a police-enforced lock-down in the UK: hallelujah! As per the new “rules” we’re allowed to leave the house for one form of exercise a day; to buy basic … More Is Smiling Banned Too?!
Sometimes I wonder, whenever I curse myself and lament the annoying tendency that I have to “overthink”, have I actually been overthinking, or have I simply been thinking… Rarely are my thoughts ever obsessive or irrational (well at least they don’t appear to be in my mind!). They don’t really stress me out and there’s … More To Think Or To Overthink, That Is The Question
So it’s December 31st 2019, aka time to get reflective! This year has honestly flown by for me; I know, I know people always say that, but I genuinely mean it! 2018 on the other hand, did not fly by. It was a very “meh” kind of year for me, nothing particularly bad happened, but … More The Obligatory New Year’s Eve Post
I want to make a difference in this world, however minute it may be. Whether it’s making someone feel loved, or understood, or inspired, even just for a split second, my entire existence will feel like it was worth it. I’m not money-driven, never have been. Material wealth comes and goes. But if I’m fortunate … More I Was Here
This is the tale of Bandi Chhor Divas – the day of liberation, celebrated by Sikhs all over the globe. The year was c.1617 and the sixth Sikh Guru, Guru Hargobind Ji was living in Amritsar. Mughal Emperor Jahangir, based in Agra, ruled over the whole of India and Chandu Shah, a rich banker, had … More The Tale Of Bandi Chhor Divas
Head in hands, elbows planted on the mahogany frame of his bedroom window, he gazes laxly into the distance. It’s a Saturday in early Autumn and it’s 6.32pm. Pink, yellow, orange and purple flecks have been smeared across a bluey canvas, dotted with little clouds – almost like an afterthought. The sweet sound of birds … More There’s No Place Like Home
Flushed cheeks and watery eyes, the crisp morning breeze streamed rabidly through her hair. Teeth chattering, she glanced upwards momentarily, the mammoth flame was growing steadily. She stretched her arms out and wiggled her fingers, the heat began to warm her fingertips. There were 16 of them, to be precise; divided into four compartments of … More The Perfect Morning
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