A friend in need is a friend indeed. This is the quote that often plays in my mind whenever I turn to some book on a gloomy day. I would like to begin by clarifying that I am not a bookworm. However, since my early college days, I did have the habit of reading at Read more…
For a very long time, I saw books only as a means of jotting down notes from and passing examinations. This was the case up until one day, when things started to take a different turn. It all started when I was in the tenth grade. On fine day, I was discussing some clichéd stuff Read more…
The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. Read more…
A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…
