The reason behind my






Happy birthday, Mom.

Thank you for everything.


“It’s a beautiful day to save lives”

I sat at the dining table one afternoon drinking tea, contemplating on whether I should read or watch another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. My father who was in the vicinity had suddenly asked me a question, a particular question he hadn’t asked for the longest time. He asked if I would still be interested in doing Medicine if he was able to pay for the whole course in the near future. Of course I would still be interested, I told him. That particular dream of mine may have not been brought up around the house for quite some time now, but it has definitely never died. Now I’m not saying that he’s planted hopes in my hopeless heart. I was just glad that he hadn’t forgotten about what I have always aspired to become; a surgeon. They say good things come to those who wait. Maybe I haven’t waited long enough or maybe this wasn’t a good thing to begin with. 


You find yourself at the beach, basking in the sun whilst admiring the waves and the sand in your slippers. Strolling through thinking of the person you’re dying to share this moment with. The person who crosses your mind whenever an event takes place. While the said person wishes for you to not think of him in such manner. Because he feels burdened to be thought of as someone important to you. Because the feelings are simply not mutual. Then you tell yourself that this particular person who has been the subject of all your rants, thoughts, and shit doesn’t even exist in here and now, only in the literary world as a substance of each entry.