To He Who Shall Not Be Named,
Book Review: The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
My notes on what it feels like to be ‘free’ of love…
Book Review: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
I am what I am… Deal with it!
*sighs* *dramatically looks outside the window* *sighs* *shakes head*
It’s funny how sometimes the memories section on Facebook with just one picture can bring to the fore a plethora of memories. Some of which you cherish, some you regret and then there are those that you have been trying to forget for as long as you can remember.
My first solo Middle Eastern sojourn. From Dead Sea to Wadi Rum and Petra.
When I watched Tom Hanks’s The Terminal, I was left confused and am quite undecided even today on whether it’s a tale of resilience or a story about the helpless acceptance by a man of his circumstances.
I had been waiting for a long time to arrive at that special moment. It usually happens to people when they turn 18, for me I had to wait 27 years for the moment to finally arrive. I can’t deny I was a bit frustrated that it had taken so long, but sometimes you just have to wait.