How terrifying is the act of waiting in modern times? Waiting for the single tick to turn double, for the double tick to turn blue, just to know that your dear one has reached home safely.

I am what I remember. 

We are shaped by our memories and experiences. I believe we behold our pasts in bits and pieces, as if our lives are dependent on them. A conversation at the dinner table, a silent nod of acknowledgment. An unknowing familiarity with a life you once lived.

Part rant, part open letter to your neighbourhood woke The internet is a funny space. It allows us to hold multiple profiles at the same...

With a glimmer of willingness, languages can do so much to squash independent thinking, obscure truths, encourage confirmation bias&...

Imagine having to fight all your life to own your identity, only for society to seclude and label you as “polluted” and “crazy.” Truth...