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    Three miserable hours.

    I am writing this from the hospital room – confined in between these pink walls and diseases, on this uncomfortable sofa bed that I begin to despise next to my mother. It is a couple of hours before midnight and the lights are out, I could hear a faint sound of the nurse alarm that would go off every now…

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    Life & Death And A Little Update.

    I have been rather occupied with insurmountable responsibilities for the past couple of weeks. I have been driving my mother to and fro the hospital and next week, she will be warded for her upcoming surgery. Nothing major, i hope. Without pretence, i despise being in the hospital. The space reeks of antiseptic smell that reminds me of life and…

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    Au revoir, 2017

    This time last year, i remember being at this precise spot, curled up in my bed, knowing deep in my heart that this year would be an onerous one. I remember telling my mom this, “Something tells me that i have to equip myself for funerals.” A part of me knew it was going to be filled with sadness and…