20 July, 2020. Not a good day; dark, cloudy, gloomy skies, and dad's hoarse voice all day long. Most of all, I feel sad for one other reason. It is 9:20 pm now, and I didn't plan to write this, but certain thoughts were creeping up on me while I was struggling to gather my focus to study. I thought that since I have nobody to tell it to, I might as well write it here. What I was trying to do minutes ago, was unfollow Redacted-1 on Instagram, because I did not want her name and post to flash up on my screen when she posts anything. Truth is, I am trying to forget all remains of her inside my memory. While I agree that most of them are out, the little pieces that remain often ambush me in my worse days, and I wanted to remove as many physical things as possible that those pieces may wield to attack me. Before unfollowing her, however, I decided to open her profile. She has followed her former best friend, and she has followed back, so I guess they're best friends again. I pre...
Life has so many folds in it, that you can spend a lifetime travelling, yet you would have the fortune (or misfortune) of experiencing only a part of the world wants to make you experience. In beastly cities that do not sleep, finding a quiet time and a place unbothered by people, is hard to find. One might need luck to ever find it, or create it. It was a drowsy afternoon of a Sunday in March that I was travelling to my class on a bus. Don’t ask me the name of the city where I was, or where I was going, not only because you would forget it in a day, but also because the story that is about to follow will make you want to read it again for a reason, and I don’t want to write a thesis before I start narrating the story. So, as I was saying, I was onboard a bus. Sunday afternoons are a favorite of mine, because you’d get to experience the world without losing yourself in a crowd. On top of that, I got a window seat that day. The sun had done half its stroll in a clear sky, and ...