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For most of my teenage life, I’ve been forced to look back by my subconscious. The reminiscing is evermore and I am miniscule compared to...

I read somewhere that grief is just love with nowhere to go. It made me think, it made me think about all the things I have left to say...

What is the very definition of perfect? It would seem demeaning to call my life simply perfect, a life without imperfection is one too...

The rain is probably my favourite season. Jumping in the puddles takes me back to the muddy footsteps that would leave prints the way to...

I read the book you used to gush about while we sat on my bed during the sleepovers we would never sleep at, I could hear your commentary...

August evenings are stricken with melancholy - with lingering, like all the ghosts from my past seem to want a conjugal visit and...

Malala, Michelle Bachelet, Julia Gillard. Strong, brilliant women who have fought for this education of ours. I often think to myself...