Day 48: The Stars

The stars were perfectly aligned, for what, I had no clue. I could feel it, I could feel something rising within me. I could feel it in the air, all around me.

It’s been like this for a while now, something in the air. I’ve been waiting in anticipation for so long that I could almost touch it, taste it even. It’s so close it’s unbearable.

It’s like packing for a holiday without knowing the destination. It’s exciting, but frustrating, not knowing what to expect or how to prepare.

Thank you for reading.

Day 47: Light Switch

I stood by the door way looking in, seeing the shadows of all that was there before. This was once my favourite room, so full of life, energy and people.

When I was younger we would have the most fabulous parties, free flowing champagne, music and games. I remember when Elaine gained her promotion and we all gathered in this room to celebrate. Sangeetha sat by the grand piano and played the most wonderful tune. The room was so full of life, it made us all so happy.

I remember my 16th birthday in this room, and how mother had hired a magician to entertain the guests. I remember the excitement I felt throughout the day, I was on top of the world.

It’s different now. We haven’t used this room in years, not since the funeral. I locked it up and haven’t set foot in it since. But now I’m back, and I need this room to do it’s magic.

I finally switched on the light and I could see it all, I could finally see that it wasn’t the room that made the people special, but it was the people that made the room what it was.

Thank you for reading.

Day 46: Dirty

When I think of dirty I think of being young and free, that is the only time when I was truly dirty!

I remember in primary school we used to dig up the earth. We would spend all of break and most of lunch time digging, like we were archeologists. Digging into the dirt with sticks and pretended they were spades. After a few weeks, we had gathered a following. From a group of three 9 year old girls digging, to a group of eight 9 year old girls. It became our thing, our group activity.

Being in the dirt, we never considered that we were getting dirty, just exploring.

Thank you for reading.

Happy Valentine’s Day

For today’s post, I thought I’d share one of my favourite love poems. Its by the wonderful William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130.

I love Sonnet 130 because he describes his mistress in the most realistic way, without exaggerating her beauty, but by writing her as she is. I think this is perfect because we live in a world where we idealise perfection, we want to appear perfect, have perfect relationships and be perfect ourselves (especially on social media).

So today, on St Valentine’s Day, I urge you all to love the imperfect in everyone; friends, family, partners and most importantly in yourself. Love doesn’t have to be perfect.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare.

Thank you for reading.

Day 44: Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Will he catch her if she falls?

Or will he play her like a ball?

Will he ever make the call?

Or will it be free for all?

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Is he handsome, is he tall,

Is he the fairer than them all?

Should she wait for protocol?

Or should she bolt once and for all?

Thank you for reading.

Day 43: Nothing

I looked about me as my eyes seem to have malfunctioned, for all I saw was darkness. I found it hard to believe that my eyes were open, and yet here I was, eyes wide open and seeing nothing, no light, no shadows, just complete darkness. The only way I knew my eyes were open was through my constant blinking, trying to adjust to the darkness, but it was impossible, there was no adjusting to this.

I could feel my arms and legs, light as a feather, as if I were floating. There was no gravity pulling me down. I tried feeling around me, trying to grab hold of something to keep me stable, but there was nothing to hold on to. I continued to reach out around me, desperate to find something, anything to hold, to touch, to brush my hand against, anything other than myself.

The sound, or lack of, was the worst part of it all, it was unbearable. The silence was unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. There was nothing, no noise, no whisper, absolutely nothing. It’s as if my ears had disappeared and darkness had taken its place.

I stayed there, for what seemed like eternity, wondering what had happened to time, and whether or not it would find me.

Thank you for reading.

Day 41: What You Don’t Know

When I was younger, I used to hate secrets. I used to hate keeping secrets and hated it even more when secrets were kept from me. I used to want to know everything about everyone, and once I knew I had to share it. To be frank, I was a gossip. But not just for other people’s secrets but of my own as well. All throughout high school I would overshare everything with everyone, things about my past, present and future, things about my friends and their lives.

But now I’m the complete opposite, I don’t love secrets, but I love privacy. I no longer overshare but undershare about myself. Not because I’ve become a cynic and think people are out to destroy me, but because not everyone needs or wants to know everything. And what’s more, I appreciate the things people don’t tell me, because I would add no value to it, and it would add no value to my life.

I don’t think we should keep secrets from the people we love, but I do strongly believe in privacy especially in modern society. For example, I don’t post about my holidays until after I’ve returned, or tweet about my day to day, I mostly just retweet things I find funny or can relate to.

Thank you for reading.  

Day 40: Car Keys

I remember passing my driving test. I was so nervous because I had previously failed a year ago. The one year hiatus wasn’t because I was afraid to get back behind the wheels, but because I moved countries and didn’t want the hassle of starting all over again in a new country.

I remember giving myself 2 weeks to pass my driving test because I was convinced I already knew how to drive because of all the lessons I took a year ago. I decided to get a more expensive driving instructor as my previous driving instructor always gave me anxiety because he was nervous about me scratching his car. My new instructor couldn’t care less about the car, it was the company’s car, all she cared about was me passing my test. Her name was Lucki, and boy was she a lucky charm.

I remember that she used to tell me all about her children as I drove with her during those 2 weeks, she made me feel so relaxed. I remember the day of my driving test, how easy it felt in the first 10 minutes. I remember half way through the test a cyclist drove in front of me very slowly and there was no way to overtake as there were parked cars everywhere. I remember getting impatient and overtaking the cyclist at a junction (which I was taught never to do), and spending the rest of the test thinking I had failed.

I remember getting back to the test centre and doing the most perfect bay parking. I had never before done a bay parking with such precision, I was in shock at how perfect it was. I remember thinking what a waste of perfect parking as I though that I had failed. I remember being told I passed and only had 2 minor errors and the surprise and joy I felt.

Thank you for reading

Day 39: Tea

Tea is such an important part of British culture. I like my tea made a certain way, and it has to be a certain colour for me to drink it. I have about 2-3 cups of tea a day, depending on the kind of day I’m having. And it has to be a certain brand of tea because I’m picky and the others don’t taste the same. It has to be boiling hot, I hate lukewarm tea, as soon as my tea gets lukewarm I stop drinking it.  

One of my favourite videos of all time is Doc Brown, My Proper tea. I absolutely love this video because it clearly shows how seriously tea should be taken.

I hope you enjoy the video, and please don’t mess with my tea.

Thank you for reading/ watching.

Blog at

Up ↑