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When mind wanders, heart wails, art heals & soul speaks

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Breathe

When the weight of this world seems to collapse on my lungs, all I do is breathe. A reminder to be a friend towards my own body; to inhale into it not only the gift of oxygen, but of self-awareness,... Continue Reading →

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Unsettling self-talks

Misfit. You're a misfit among all the people you see around while you walk through these corridors. These conversations; these groups of friends; you'll never be a part of them. Envious. That could be the only explanation as you become... Continue Reading →

Diasporalgia?

Dear readers, It has been quite some time since my thoughts have been hijacked by either diaspora or nostalgia. So, I turned them into pieces of art and decided to share with you. That was it! Hope you enjoyed! Do... Continue Reading →

Spring // a photo diary

Dear readers, This post comes off with an extreme delay as now summer, let alone spring is about to end. But, it's never too late to reminisce the colors of this beautiful season, right? Spring for me, started with the... Continue Reading →

Winter // a photo diary

Dear readers, If all goes well, April will mark the end of Canadian winter (I really hope so), but knowing the unpredictable weather here, there could be a parting wave of snow even in May *sigh*. Anyhow, there's something about... Continue Reading →

Sixteen things I learned in 2016

2016 for me, has been a year of personal growth. It was the year I felt I was the most close to myself than ever before. Perhaps because I lost quite a few people around me. I discovered things about... Continue Reading →

Unuttured words

Sometimes all I want is to speak, to let out the heaps of thoughts piled inside me throughout my existence. But when I open my lips to do so, somehow all the words betray me. Like your very own cells... Continue Reading →

Fall // a photo diary

Last year, it was Fall when I moved to Canada. Every thing inside me felt like the leaves withering away from the trees. But, God, all of it looked so beautiful; the colours, the rustle , the whole aura of... Continue Reading →

A conversation with clouds 

I called onto those cumulus cotton balls floating in the vast sky. They were far enough but seemed to be just within my reach, striding further in a slow pace towards a direction unknown. I asked them to give me... Continue Reading →

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