Step Into My Shoes..

I am reading "Bridge Burning and Other Hobbies" by Kitty Flanagan at the moment. But what I'm reading has nothing to do with this post, where and how I'm reading it has everything to do with the reason I'm sitting down to write today. I'm reading this book with an app on my phone. And I have been reading books on my phone for over a year now. The reason? A big fat juicy convenience. If you were to ask my reading preference a year ago, I would have told you, without missing a heartbeat, that I preferred reading paperbacks more than ebooks. Today, I wouldn't be so fast in answering that question. When I first started reading on the onset of my teenage, the only reading option I ever had was whatever I could get from the library at school. My parents never bought us books out of the school curriculum. Even though I went to one of the biggest schools in my country, and even though the library there used to feel massive, I had pretty much been through mo...

December, 2018 Whenever a year would start to come to a close, I couldn't wait for the new year to begin already. I couldn't wait for all the pending things that I could start doing again, I couldn't wait for all the new things that I could introduce to my life. There would be joy for all the prospect of new beginnings, as well as there would be relief that this "wretched year is finally over". Close a Chapter | Turn a New Page | Start all Over Again   | Right the Wrong | Move on This time, I have decided to take a different route. The route of being thankful. 2018 was an eventful year and I am very much grateful for all the things it didn't give me, the things it granted me, the people it allowed me to meet - however fleetingly, the people it made me part with, the blessed respite it bestowed upon me and the frenzied busyness that followed, the plans after plans after plans it disallowed and the wonderful places it took me, the failures...

2018 is going to be a complicated year. Here’s why. Last year, I had tried putting my Instagram profile on private. It lasted a few days before I decided privacy in social media isn't for me. For one, I am a story teller; I like telling stories about the places I have been to, things I love doing. Moreover, I have also found that I like people more when they are open about their lives in a balanced manner (which I believe is what I do). Now, my pictures are out there for anyone who cares to see. The question is, are there too many of them? This year, I have decided I will have a go at abstain-ism. Insta-stories have arrived just in the nick of time. I had resolutely resolved to not have any resolutions this year. My reason was, at this stage in life, you don’t have resolutions; you have checklists. But as the first month of the year is wearing down, my mind has been nagging me to set some resolutions, anything. Now here comes the complicated bit. As much as my mind...