I often wondered about the mentality of athletes. Their resilience and focus. But, Kobe’s built, was different. — On the morning of me turning 31, I shot a video of myself shooting an imaginary fade-away. It looked good in my head, but in reality It looked more like a footballer going for a bicycle-kick. Point is, I envisioned Kobe when I did it. And the crazy part about…

Spoiler Alert: Rock-bottom has a basement. — I usually write from an emotional overflow. But, sometimes pain wants to be heard, even if its incoherent. 2019 started with waves of hopeful promises, a new outlook, and somehow a clear view on where I was sailing off to. You know, it was like the glorified masterpiece of the…

To the ones who can’t explain their silence. — To the ones who can’t explain their silence. As what they go through is hard to put into words. To those who shadow box their struggles as their cardio for the day. To those who are forced to host their unwelcome demons in broad daylight. To the ones who became…

It rang for 28 seconds.. My heart beat rang faster.. Pick up pick up pick up.. No answer.. — It rang for 28 seconds.. My heart beat rang faster.. Pick up pick up pick up.. No answer.. I needed to exhale.. I’ve been holding my breath with every passing ring.. But you never called back.. The minutes turned into hours, and the hours faded into days. I stared at…

This Is The Brutal Kind of Long Distance — Long distance relationship doesn’t necessarily mean 2 people living in two different continents. One in the East and the other in the West. I know long distance.. I see it everyday, sitting across from you. With silence dominating the room, and pass the salt as words of exchange.

Do I get to live for tomorrow, if I’m tortured by it today? — There is always tomorrow they say. When I’m in the midst of my thoughts being eaten up by overthinking and over analyzing.. Do I get to live for tomorrow, if I’m tortured by it today?! I do have few things to look forward to. My homemade Ice Coffee, with my…

How do you love it, when you’re overthinking yourself till dawn? — The Hardest Kind of Love Loving yourself isn’t easy. Surely not a paved road in the way Life Coaches would put it. Coming to love yourself, is a start of a relationship. You are on introduction basis. Getting to know each other. And boy do we love the beginnings of…

We’ve stopped noticing each other, that’s how I know. We stopped noticing each other, and therefore parts of us wilted. We stopped… — Falling Out It’s baffling how the things that once brought us close together as an entity, with beautiful streams of appreciation, and a depth in our chemistry. With an innate thoughtfulness that we carry in our souls for each other, and love.. a love that was set as an example…