Waves.

Sometimes I get this weird wave of sadness, washing over my head and submerging me. Sometimes mere seconds, sometimes it keeps me there for hours. All I want to do is resurface, but there's only one person who can help me up again. Pathetic? Sad? Weak? Sometimes, I just need a little help.

Day ten. Transit.

Today was the final day with everyone. Dad was heading off to a place that sounds like ciabatta whilst I headed home, leaving mum and the puppy alone again in Mumbai. I awoke at the crack of dawn from another rough nights sleep, drifting in and out of vague dreams, debating whether or not to... Continue Reading →

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