Homeward Bound, But Unmoored…

Homeward Bound, But Unmoored…

The wheels touch down, and I breathe. I have landed in what used to be “Home”. Or at least, that’s what the GPS claims. Yet, as I step out into the air thick with a scent that should trigger comfort, a dissonance hums beneath my skin. The landscape,...
Homeward Bound, But Unmoored…

Friendships and expiry dates -2

I had written an earlier post couple of years back about how some friendships do come to an end and have reached their expiry date. And its ok, we gotta accept and move on. Now, there are a few friendships that just drift over time, you don’t completely cut off...
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