At the age of 24.75,

When I was young, I wondered, a few times, at what I could possibly regret when I am an adult. Older people around me were always talking about regrets and what they didn’t do, that if they could turn back time they would have changed something. When I was younger, I was brave and bold and lived…

An attempt at catharsis and remembrance.

I remember the tiny details that seemed insignificant at that point. Now, they are inescapable and certain memories jump and wind themselves around me – reminding, coercing, persuading me to not forget the past (which I have a habit of doing – forgetting people, especially). So, I remember. I remember the half dozen shoes outside…

Do you think the way I do?

These days, there’s a thrumming in me that I cannot stop. I wake up not knowing what to do with it and I go to sleep at night feeling weary and afraid of myself. Most of the times I forget how lucky I am – unable to be thankful for the opportunities given to me, the…