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The Morphing Of Home
I’m sitting in my new apartment bedroom floor with bags half unpacked, my clothes all over the place, pictures scattered on the floor, an overflowing bin… it’s a war zone. I can see my blue t-shirt loosely hanging on to dear life on half my desktop screen like it’s lost all will to live.…
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Is That Weed?
Disclaimer: Marijuana (street name: weed) was used in the making of this story. It was my first time in Amsterdam. It was also my first time seeing a goat in the city. A pregnant goat in the city. A grey pregnant goat, if we are to make it more visual. It looked as surprised…
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Coffee With My Taxi Driver
Disclaimer: You might wanna be in bed for this one, it’s quite a long story. No one goes to Egypt and comes out with just a paragraph. And if they ever do, were they really in Egypt? Pt 1: The one who did not smile. It was my first ever trip alone. And there…
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The Rebellious Act Of Dining Alone.
Disclaimer: Like every great story, this one too begins with food (or has food mentioned in it). ‘Please wait to be seated.’ Is what the sign in front of me says. I look around, and I think to myself…‘there’s really no point in me waiting, the restaurant is practically empty. Just a group of…