Where do I even begin? This year was the toughest but also the most fulfilling year that I’ve had since law school. It started as the worst year and soon propelled me into my God-given destiny
Clinging on to whatever fragments that are left from a broken heart sounds like a normal thing to do. Even I am guilty of it. Leaving traces of our past on Facebook, allowing ourselves to still be “friends” with people who have left us damaged and torn, secretly checking up on them from time to time thinking that no one is watching.
It was the year 2007, and having your own blog was considered to be cool. I didn’t like the idea of sharing details about my life with random people on the internet, nor did I ever think of myself as a good writer. Despite all the voices in my head shouting “No” my flesh was weak and I gave in due to peer pressure
Not too long ago, I went for coffee with a friend I had known since childhood. Even though we hardly get to meet, it still feels like old times when we do
I’m not quite an animal person but suffice to say, I love giraffes. It’s a cute obsession of mine. Cute because giraffes are, quite honestly, adorable creatures