A letter to the 20 year old me

Recently I got a chance to travel with a young group of students that reminded me of the days when I used to be like them. It was kind of an overwhelming experience to feel something through someone else’s eyes about how it used to be once and how it is now. I had some... Continue Reading →

Letter to the 16 year old me

I had a dull teenage, there is nothing I can remember much during that age. I wished if I could become the star goalkeeper of my school's handball team only to be replaced at the last moment. I was shy and yet I was so mischievous that I was pain in the ass of every... Continue Reading →

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