Umbrella

“There’s nothing wrong with you, my dear.” “Yes, but I looked at this aspect that happened in my life and I analysed it this way and it looks like I am feeling unhappy because of this” “There’s nothing wrong with you, my dear.” “But all my friends have problems and things to work on on…

Colours Shifting Into Shape

I’m making a book. Although some days I am unsure as to whether I am making a book because guilt sets in that I haven’t sat and designed the front cover today, or that I am yet to write a full fifty pages in one sitting. I realised that when you are making a book…

Loving All of Us

Deep inside every single person, there is hurt. We all label our hurt and compare our reasons for hurting with those of others around us, to see who ranks higher in the Hurt Olympics (hurtles?), but ultimately every hurt is completely and wholly identical. Some have more hurt, which they like to share with others,…

Writing the Picture of the World

I love to write. I love to write more than I love doing any other practical thing in the world. The thing about writing is that you learn about writing through the work of others. And that leads you to realise that you have always learnt something from what you have read. So the actual…