To Think Or To Overthink, That Is The Question

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

I Was Here

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

The Perfect Morning

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

Just Like That…

The whole concept of a person being here one minute and then gone the next was wild to her. It’s not that she hadn’t dealt with death before, it was part and parcel of having a big family she’d learnt over the years; you were basically signed up to a never-ending cycle of marriages, births … More Just Like That…

The Man On The Train

He’s an older man, most likely in his early seventies. Smartly dressed in a dark grey and white checkered suit, but you can tell that it’s not a special occasion, he always dresses like this. His arms are crossed and resting neatly upon a rounded stomach that moves up and down with each long breath … More The Man On The Train