As far back as I can remember, I've always had this desire to spend my birthday in a new place... waking up to new sights, sounds, t...
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My favourite coffee mug and a view that I've sorely missed... Perfect winter mornings in a place I come to find my centre, time ...
Thanksgiving is around the corner and while I am not American and have never celebrated the occasion, I have decided to do a series of po...
Photograph by Fawzan Husain For experiencing the power of writing things down when they are mere thoughts or wishes in your head, and ...
Happy Birthday in advance to the love of my life, my favourite person, the most fun guy ever, my Poppy... In other words... Simply the b...
Earlier this month, I decided to just be spontaneous and impulsive for once, and took a short, two-day break from the city and the dail...
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You would always be a force to reckon with I remember the day I decided to put you away for good. The day I wiped you clean w...
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