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Read more: The Loneliness of Being an ImmigrantOne of the things I didn’t take into account when moving to a new country was loneliness. Looking back, I think it had always been in my peripheral view. I saw posts on Facebook and articles about it, but I only skimmed them and never gave it much thought. It wasn’t something that was relatable…
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One Sunday Morning
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On Falling in Love
Few months ago, I asked someone I can trust to answer this: “Falling in love can never be wrong, can it?” And his answer, somehow, has satisfied me since then. “You’ll never know until you fall out of love. Only then you can reflect upon what you’ve been through.” Thank you, Mamet.
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This Year
No shout like last year, only a whisper. Have a nice one! Welcome, November! Please be as good as October.
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Barcelona: Wandering, Lost, and Falling in Love
Hello, Barcelona! I usually don’t make a detailed itinerary. I’m too impatient for that. I just know that I want to see this and that, and then I just wander around. That was what I did on my second day in Barcelona (the first one was spent around the neighborhood). I visited Picasso Museum and then…
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Eight Months
Eight months ago, you told me you could not be completely happy, or sad, as you felt something that was best described as an emptiness. You told me that somehow, you had gone numb. I told you I would give anything to be like that. To switch off my heart if needed, or to have…
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Prague in A Flash
Going to Prague is the best decision I’ve ever made. The worst is that I only got two days to spend. But believe me, two days were enough to make me fall for pretty Prague. Prague is like a handsome boy at Algebra class that you know you would get along with. Not the kind of snob-handsome…
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The Denouement
I asked you if I could be your tomorrow. You said no, I belonged to yesterday. Or today, at the latest. I asked you if we could have pulled it of. You said yes, of course, but the universe was not with us. We both knew that you were lying. We never can.
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A Thank You Note Before the Graduation
Thesis is a long way behind, and now I’m counting the days till the graduation day. Still, there’s something missed because I haven’t thanked people properly. I did write the thank you note in the acknowledgment, but heaven knows everyone on that list is only written for the sake of formality. So here’s the real…
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A Little Thing that We Miss
Once, my friend asked me what made you so special. I told her that when I had been a child, I had been so easily fascinated by little things; like animal-formed clouds, rainbow after the rain, a flying seagull on the blue sky, or simply just a popsicle on a sunny day. She asked me…
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A Cipher
I’ve been trying to write some lines since you left, but I come up with nothing. Maybe this is the universe, gently apprising me to stop writing things about you.
Her Little Journal 