For me, home has never been a place. It has been a feeling, a thought. More often than not, it structures itself into a mould of brick and mortar, and a house becomes a home. *** Anyone that has ever been close to me knows that my relationship with my parents has been transactional at […]Read More Unwelcome in your own home
I’ve been back home (what home constitutes is entirely another post) for a couple of weeks now. Most of my friends came to stay here a week ago, and it’s been quite a whirlwind ever since. My two closest friends are in touch (barely, but at least I know they’re alive). I guess they’re immersed […]Read More Ever feel a little possessive of your city?
This post is not a serious one. It’s a proper musing, not a rant (to be honest, I chose “musings” in the title because of the alliteration it has with mohantee). I hope I have more of these in the near future. I have a bunch of friends who can make art. I can’t make […]Read More @chiki343