In May of last year, a month after I wrote a blog vying never to date men again, I went out to lunch with a young, white, teacher named Sam. He was cute but a little idiotic-looking, sported a cane in the way certain men flash fancy car keys, and had a habit of doing… Continue reading Of England, a Year On
Some thoughts, a year on. The primary way I seem to have dealt with things is that I have locked almost all the memories of my mother in a tight strongbox inside my chest – to open it is to release so many thoughts of her, all of which cause me so much pain. It… Continue reading More on Grief
In December of last year, I decided that I didn’t want to follow the conventional path of doing a year’s house job (or internship) after graduating. Instead, I decided to take the year off. I was going to use the time to pass two sets of foreign licensing exams (the PLAB for England, the USMLE… Continue reading Of “Faraghat” and associated restlessness
For those of you still reading this blog, Hi! I love you guys, because despite my desertion of half a year, you haven’t given up on me. This is a filler blog to update y’all with small but significant details of my life, before I return to my usual pace (hopefully) of frequent blogging… Continue reading Catching up.
~ The side effects of massive stress relief after giving a particularly difficult exam. ~ Some times, some days are such that I feel hope touches every inch of my body…I am bathing in the golden sunlight of it… I am young, and beautiful, and talented, and the whole world lies in front of me,… Continue reading of optimism.
A friend of mine sent me a sort-of inspirational video recently which I’m listening to a lot lately. I’m not one for inspirational videos and stuff, but I found this pretty neat because of the way it started, and also because of the strong message put across so casually, and because it really resonated with… Continue reading Inspiration.
I am developing quite a temper these days. I suppose, if I had to trace a cause, it would lead to all my recent activities – one cannot be arguing for secularism, and quarreling about women’s rights, and bickering over discrimination based on appearance, without becoming a little frustrated in the process. So occasionally I… Continue reading Of flaring tempers.