The Other Side of Life

In an ironical twist of events, I now find myself looking forward to Mondays.  What's the secret to this, you ask? Immersing myself in dark, morbid entertainment over the weekend. That's the path to enlightenment. It started quite innocently. One crime mystery show, with a little blood and gore. Then a few suggestions from Netflix. And then a few more. Before I knew, I was too far down the rabbit hole, tumbling along the dark dark world of crime, forced to come gasping out for breathe on Mondays. And just like in Alice in Wonderland, I got curiouser and curiouser because in mirrors that are black, I saw our dark future, I made wrong choices in the stupor of turning into a Bandersnatch, I was stunned into hearing hard core criminals speak their mind and share their deepest darkest secrets.  I know what you are thinking. Why did I not stop? Because Netflix is like an Indian mother feeding her kid. She cannot take no for an answer.  Doesn't matter if the

I just realised that for the past 5 years, I have always written a post in the first week of the year. How uncharacteristic of me to do that!  And even more uncharacteristic of me to not continue the tradition! So here goes! Happy new year to my two and a half readers. 2018, you were big in so many ways. I finished my second masters. I moved to a new country. I moved to a new job. I deleted Facebook. I suddenly seemed to have more time on my hands.  I read 20 books in the last six months.  I traveled to 4 new countries in the last six months.  I played SO much Catan in the last six months. And more than all these changes, it's probably the mental changes that mattered to me. That I got out of my comfort zone, made friends, made a social circle, interacted with so many new people, stayed alone for a few months, made a new country my home, stayed a few time zones away from my family. So many barriers broken in my mind. I feel stupidly proud of all this. It'