A year ago, I did not know what I wanted to do with my life. A year later, I am still not sure. The only difference is I am …
From despising all movement-based classes, to it spilling over into my life – the time has come to take stock and resolve any underlying issues.
What a world it was when the others lived. When we worked to live and not lived to work.
A poem on the societal constraints of time and productivity.
'This is life, made mostly of wasted days.'
At the start of lockdown, the introvert in me thought a few days off would do me good.
If only COVID 19 was the only issue we had to battle. Staying indoors with our brains hooked to the flood of content flowing our way from brands, friends …
I don't want to live a productive life if it means giving up my joy.