Before I Forget

When my parents decided to move for the fourth time when I was in school, this time to a new city, apart from the clothes and books I had, i also had a lot of anger and a lot of anxiety to pack. New city, new school, new people. You see I’ve never really been too good with change. I tend to be a serial show re-watcher, food re-eater, song re-listener. The idea of unfamiliarity seems just as scary today as it did thirteen years ago, with the same premise of the change being ne

Say what you will about Gen-Z Instagram influencers, they do influence positive change sometimes. One such influencer, whose content I had always found a little generic, unknowingly pushed me into starting something that ended up staying with me far longer than I expected.   “71% of people tried to complete this challenge but failed, quoting lack of time as the main reason. These people simply did not have time to be happy. Do you?” - 100HappyDays.com   When I started the 100

I grew up reading books in my grandfather’s balcony while he read the newspaper, every afternoon. My little ottoman would sit next to his plastic chair for four hours every day. Even decades after retiring from his career as a Professor of English, some of those afternoons would involve him teaching me how to use among other things — the past perfect tense, and the em dash correctly. I’m very new to this blog pursuit, but if you look back at my first post , you will see that