Snippet #24

That’s the way with cages; they are usually invisible for those imprisoned inside

Namita Gokhale

(The Blind Matriarch)

Flying Kites

At times, I feel like I might be going a little mad.

Sanity hangs by a thread, entwined in my fingers, and I watch it wave and dance in the wind, enticing me to let go.

Escape From Existence

I travel a lot these days. There is an exhilaration, some sense of wild excitement that envelops every time I’m in a new place. I hate the part where I know I am leaving – the idea of packing and all the enormous set of decisions and planning to account for my absence takes a toll on me; always has, even through college, even when it is about the return – but the butterflies and frown lines dissolve the moment I am finally, irrevocably in a moving vehicle and on my way.

Fangirling Over Korean Vlogs

The newest thing that I’ve decided I want to be is a Korean homemaker.

Since ethnicities aren’t interchangeable and I have no plans of shifting out there, perhaps I should elaborate.