A dreamer without a dream: teetering between cultural and true identity

There was a time in my life when I had many dreams about the future. I was young(er) and more optimistic about what life will bring in the mystery of the unknown. Moving to a new country as a teenager was beyond thrilling for me especially that I was going to be free! I really... Continue Reading →


A roar and a door

The closer I got to the door, I realized It wasn't an innocent whisper. It was a roar! It was a cry for help. It was.. And slowly faded into a deep silence. I shed one tear and left the doorstep. It was not meant to be. The culprit was named I They were in... Continue Reading →

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