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Barcelona. Day Four. Part Three

I have considered Sagrada Familia as one of the commercialised tourists spots. Having entered it, I realised it was a sight everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime. Not only as a masterpiece of design – great design gets me weak at the knees any day. But it’s also about the vastness of one’s […]

Barcelona. Day Two. Part Two

It’s very complicated to persuade her to eat something that’s not bananas, Greek yogurt or toast. We have a nice walk in the evening but I know she’s hungry and it bugs me that she never gets as hungry as to eat whatever the hell is on the menu. She likes mashed potatoes. I tell […]

My Heaven Is a Strange Place

This is how I live. This is how I love. This is mine. *** Before his death, my Grandfather would spend his days lying in bed. Sometimes, I’d come into his room, sit beside and watch his face. The hazy look, wandering some distant terrains, as he was already on his way. I felt he could tell […]

This Is How

Your words. The ones I wanted to hear. The ones I was meaning to say to you. Not to write – I thought some of them ought to be said looking into the eyes before they were written in letters. I thought if this superstition was disregarded, the higher powers would close the roads that lead us to each […]