I wondered if this is how it looked after a war. The fancy things didn’t matter at all; just the bare necessities.
Month: April 2020
Start Somewhere
I complained that there was not enough time, that I would definitely read it during the weekend but the weekend would pass in a blink and then hope that I would dedicate some time during the week, but the week would pass by too.
Twenty Seven on 27th
I wasn’t unhappy because I was getting old. I was unhappy because the life that I had envisioned for myself by the time I hit 27 was nowhere close to the one that I was currently living in.