How bad is your life? So many people complain about their lives that they don't have enough or they deserve better or compare their lives to that of others and weep. The other day, a conversation with a friend of mine sparked this thought in me. What does complaining about the life we have get … Continue reading Stop complaining
It's raining cats and dogs. All the doors were closed and the window was partly open just to let some air in. Grace looked at the window from her bed, bored and weak. She's in her favourite place, her bed, covered in sheets. The fever made her weak but landed her in her bed. She … Continue reading Impostor
This is tough, finding silver linings even in shitty days. We just have to make sure that we don't get shitty even if our day goes that way. Yesterday was a pretty good day compared to the rest of the week. For a guy like me, everyday is exactly the same. So finding something to … Continue reading Gratitude list, day 2.
So I've taken up this task long back but this time it's not gonna be on notepads but on my blog. People advised me to take up this task of writing a gratitude journal and write down a few things that I'm thankful for every morning but I tend to misplace those notepads and it … Continue reading Gratitude journal
"I mean, just look at his clothes! He looks posh. Wow! His beard! Isn't he perfect?" She was looking at him with awe as he came to me with a smirk. "Hi. Sorry I'm late, just had to deal with a guy. Gave him a hook." Wow. He's so macho! She might be thinking that. … Continue reading Sometimes.
Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos. Number one: We're headed towards a mass extinction. Number two: It might be us this time. Don't believe me? Check this out. Well, well, well. Now that we've come this far, let's celebrate. Like we don't everyday? Haha! I read that there were five extinction … Continue reading A Job done well.
"Standing on your mama's porch, you told me that you'd wait forever and when you held my hand, I knew that it was now or never.." she clasped her bag tight and leaned forward. "It's half past twelve and here I am, singing Bruce Springsteen's and you don't even try to bat an eye? Okay, … Continue reading A final word.