Yzagada
Scribbles. Pieces. Insights. Clicks. Expressions.
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Home is where?
A friend once told me it took her three years to finally come to terms with the fact that she has a different country from what she has known to call home. I held on to this, thinking my time would come. That…
T2 Reverie (15th May, ’17)
An airport is either the happiest or loneliest place. I sit here contemplating the obvious with a half-eaten, overpriced hotdog sandwich and a lukewarm cappuccino that would have otherwise been downed in a jiffy under different, happier circumstances. It’s not the first time I…
Pinay Diaries: Going Dorothy (There’s No Place Like Home)
It’s been a month. After making that fateful decision of starting a new life away from what I’ve grown accustomed to for more than two years (albeit not comfortably as I would have wanted to), I now find myself smelling like a dog, gaining…
