Mr. Independent Dear diary, I spend ten minutes in quiet contemplation. Call it a moment of silence in preparation for an act of utmost creativity. You see, I’ve lugged my half-naked carcass out of bed at seven in the morning and without even taking a second to rub my eyes, I've had to go… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 3)
What it takes to make a home Dear Diary, I sit here in a vacant chair at a strange airport, feeling the weight of dirt and grime of three continents on my skin and hair. Home never felt more far away this moment, as the air felt warm and balmy as it washed my face.… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 2)
Leaving on a jet plane Dear Diary, Constancy has a sadistic way of changing, constantly. Life changing things happen to all sorts of people, all the time. Things that made me not want to get out of bed, things that kept me from going to bed in the first place. Don't think for a minute… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 1)
Author's note I'm too young to write a memoir. But I have an awesome story to tell. You see, almost nine months back, I left my home back in the warm climes of Western India and moved thousands of miles away to the United States, and as a result experiencing the joys of leading a… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Author’s note)
This happened to me way back in 2006. I was immediately reminded of this day when I saw today's daily prompt, so thought I would share the story. A cold Friday morning. Almost like a sign from God that today was going to be the most messed up day of my life. It took me… Continue reading Worst day of my life!