“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.” ― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children I stepped into the empty house, and stood in the hallway for a second, trying to gauge how the house felt. Did it feel like…
It’s been far too long. I haven’t written here for months and months, and I suppose I should write a little about how much I missed my blog, and how much I longed to be able to share myself with the world again, but the truth is, I didn’t. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love my blog. I…
I sometimes wake up thinking that I have to go to school again, and it fills me with dread before I realise that I never have to go to school again; I never have to walk to that cold building with its dark long corridors and barred windows; I never have to park my bottom again on those hard benches…
I’m _exhausted_. I don’t just mean that I’m tired; it’s not the sort of tired you feel at the end of the day when you’ve had full and busy and looked up at the clock and realised that it wasn’t even noon yet. I’m _exhausted_. I’m worn out, on almost every level. I just feel completely depleted and I need…
27th March 2012
For some reason, people think it’s incredibly romantic when I tell them that my soul belongs to two countries. It’s hard for people to understand that I don’t belong in terms of nationality, either. In terms of nationality, I am all Indian. It’s incredibly difficult to straddle continents the way I do, for when I am in one country my…