Sid, a 27-year-old millionaire was living a high life. He had everything -- good looks, money, friends and many fans. Wherever he would go, he was the sun and the moon. But at eight every evening, his reality was different.
Mostly when I am writing something, congeries of old memories pass through my mind. And today, too, I am reminded of many incidents in my and my friends' lives that are nothing short of horror for any girl.
What's both upsetting and alarming is that we don't want to see anything else but happy faces around us so that we don't have to address the real issues. Happiness is as organic and obvious an emotion as sadness, grief, frustration, and hopelessness. But we only talk about happiness — discarding other emotions in us — and as result, distancing ourselves from happiness even further.
I can fake it for an hour, okay two hours. Post that, it hits me again. Life has been changed. All I ever want is to hug someone and cry for hours. I think life would have been better if I had cancer, not my father.
I've cursed the pandemic immeasurably for all the blues in my life. Even if I skip all the rant and rave for now, I would still talk about how painful this year has been. All the moments of agony have hit me differently this time and I consider this the worst calamity of my life:... Continue Reading →
I think it's a week that we know we are living with cancer. Yes, I choose the word 'we' instead of 'him' to denote my father. The cancerous tumors may be living inside his body, but the battle is ours, our family's and we are together in this. It's a battle between two tumors inside... Continue Reading →
I've been a pessimist at many times in my life. But last Monday when my father was getting admitted in the hospital to go through some specialised tests, I was more than confident that it's nothing serious at all. No evil or scary thought crossed my mind even for a microsecond. I called him atleast... Continue Reading →
My good and bad days have only one thing in common: Food. That is not uncommon but it definitely is convoluted. When you dream to live a healthy life and love seeing them abs in the mirror, trust me, it does get extremely complicated. Fangirling so many fitness bloggers on Instagram and Youtube, I have... Continue Reading →
If you happened to read my DailyBlog#1, you'd know that my dad is in the hospital. And if you ask me why, I would have no answer. Even the doctors have no answer to it. We just knew that he was in extreme agony. And he had lost his resistance to bearing the pain anymore.... Continue Reading →
I know I am not alone when I say that 2020 is the year of qualms. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. While I am fighting an invisible force each day, I am also losing it in other areas. Dad's hospitalisation, my PMDD, future uncertainties, a series of jaded days, no pick-me-up plans, less of writing, cosying up... Continue Reading →