11pm. It’s quiet in the house but for the entanglement of voices from Billy’s shower music crooning through the bathroom walls. I got home a few hours ago. The heating has been on for an hour to melt the evening’s gentle spring chill and my bedroom smells of vanilla, orchids and a pleasant hint of worn perfume. I’m … More The Breakdown Chronicles Pt 5: Perception
What incredible goons my family must look like waiting for the train to depart as they animatedly talk to one another, wide grins plastered across their faces as the bright March sunshine generously pours through the station’s crevices and dances across Platform 6. I watch them from behind the dirty glass in half admiration, half … More The Breakdown Chronicles Pt 4: Returning
Deep breath. Kettle on. It’s fine. Just write like no one is reading. I lost my diary. My black diary, with the pages thick as a sketchbook. I’ve got three volumes that are full of snapshot moments of brain shards but I can’t find my latest one. That’s a little annoying because I usually spew … More The Breakdown Chronicles Pt 3: Not Gowri
Dear Medschool, I am writing to you to let you know that I am absolutely done. I only have a few more weeks left and I’m towing that incredibly fine line between giving up because I cannot be bothered to even care and fighting until the end and I promise you that you’re not going to … More The Breakdown Chronicles Pt 2: Dear Medschool
In most domains, I think I come across as confident, bubbly, positive and enthusiastic. And for the large part… I am. But it’s no secret that very few people are truly consistent with exactly what they showcase on the outside and like everyone else, I too fall into that category. Eight weeks away from my final exams … More The Breakdown Chronicles Pt 1: I am good enough.