a daylight dream

And so it is the last day of August. The last page to write describing this beautiful summer. The window of a mysterious pathway of healing and ethereal, authentic love. August was a month in which I harvested the magical fruits of the seeds I have planted since June. Of course, it is only the first harvest, still the seeds are not strong enough, the ground not richly fertile; but they are luscious fruits and they're all beuatiful and young. I am proud of how wonderfully they have grown this summer. Okay, enough with those metaphors. The past years proved that August is a month to experience pain, but I didn't intend it this time around. There is pain in August, but I redirected my focus to somehow accept that yes, it's time to say goodbye to all of those wonderful, summery memories. However, there are other fulfilling aspects that have to be remembered and honoured. I have worked hard for so many things and I wanted to witness them evolve and show me the mag...

I pretend to forget to draw the curtains every night before we go to sleep, because something in me just wants to watch the car-lights reflect on our golden walls just before we fade to the darkness of our minds in the hours of the night. My eyes just desire to wake up each morning with the sun shining brightly, and I don’t want to sleep in,  ever , with such a blessing to witness every single day. And this morning, I wake up to a ray of light streaming in a straight line towards the mirror, and my eyes follows its reflection in a daze, till I land on a beautiful tiny rainbow on our desks. I smile— and I hope it’s an omen to make our day as colourful as we possibly can. And then I look at you, dearest, facing me, your gentle eyes asleep and I can see your imperfections clearly. Just a few summers ago, this moment was a dream— and now I wake up to watch you breathe. And then I think to myself— I touch my face and I realise   I’m so imperfect, too. I imagine you ope...

Greetings, my loved ones. Today's post is going to tackle an issue which had always resonated with me, a journey I knew I was going to start some day in the future. It looks like its time has come at last, as I am experiencing this inclination towards it. I want to find my voice. Like many of you, I grew up in a place where my voice was belittled. I was not allowed to say "no", to speak up and show my honest opinions and beliefs. I grew up to believe that what I said didn't matter because it wasn't respected; my truth wasn't always honoured. This led me as a young child to manipulate this situation through telling lies, hiding, pretending and covering up. In my head, it used to save me from having to deal with the consequences of confrontation but on the long-term, it didn't really protect me. I know many of us have to deal with this. This situation is not only portrayed through our families but in other instituions like schools and univer...