The Day I Wanted to Kill Myself

The day I wanted to kill myself was a Tuesday in October. I lay in bed holding a box of sleeping pills in one hand and a knife in the other. On my table next to the bed rested a pair of scissors and a rope that I had spent hours untangling. My eyes were fixed at the fan. The room was dark with all lights turned off;

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“People like to talk about clean slates. But the only truly clean slate is a new one. The rest are gray from whatever’s been written on them before.” –My Thoughts on The Girl Before by J.P. Delaney

The Girl Before was my second psychological thriller of 2017. This book was a gift from a friend and it turned out to be a pretty okayish read.  Continue reading ““People like to talk about clean slates. But the only truly clean slate is a new one. The rest are gray from whatever’s been written on them before.” –My Thoughts on The Girl Before by J.P. Delaney”

“If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we have not loved enough.”—My Thoughts on Forty Rules of Love by Elif Şafak

It is not easy to talk about love for love means different things to different people. But there is hardly anyone on this planet who believes in love and does not appreciate (or agree with) the teaching of Rumi. And for those who live by what the great poet Rumi says, this book is a must-read.

The story follows the parallel lives of 13-century poet Rumi and his friendship with Shams of Tabriz and the life of Ella, a junior editor in the 21st century. The book has a very different narration style where the first person changes in each chapter and the story is narrated by every character. That is a very complicated thing to do but Elif has done a wonderful job in doing that.

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“I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”—My thoughts on Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.

Let’s talk love.

On the night of 23rd July, I lay in bed with red eyes and a running nose, sobbing while hugging a book. I had finished reading it two hours ago and I absolutely refused to part it from my chest. As someone who did not read romance because of highly unrealistic perfection that most authors keep trying to achieve, Me Before You had become my 3rd favourite romantic literature.  Continue reading ““I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”—My thoughts on Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.”

Dear December | The 20th | The 21st | The 22nd

Dear December,

Miss me? I did too. But oh well, I did not want to write to you out of obligation because that’s just rude and you know I only do things with all my heart. The past two days were those where I struggle to be productive all day and as the night comes, I want to sink into bed and just be (or rather not be). But since I want to write to you today, it’s only courteous that I fill you in on the missing days. Continue reading “Dear December | The 20th | The 21st | The 22nd”

Dear December | The 12th | Two years of being a Bodhisattva

Dear December,

You’re 6 degrees today! And constantly raining! Are you going to bring some snow with you? I really hope you do. Anyway, here’s something you didn’t know. A reason why I have come to adore you more for the last two years is that it was on the 12th day of your arrival in 2015 that I became a Bodhisattva. I started practicing Nichiren Daishonin’s Buddhism and well today, I completed two years in the practice. Thank you, December. Hadn’t it been for you bringing the practice to me, I wouldn’t have been the person I am today. Yes, I would have been the same more or less, but not exactly what I am.

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Dear December | The 10th

Dear December | The 10th

Dear December,

You’re so cold and beautiful! ❤

For the past 10 days, I have told you how much I have been waiting to go home but it was not only I who was waiting. There were people and things, for that matter, waiting for me to get home as well. I don’t think you need to guess who those people were (of course, maa and bhaiya) but you don’t know the things that were waiting for me. Don’t fret, I’ll tell you. Continue reading “Dear December | The 10th”

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