F

  I was the average popular kid at school, while being bullied at the gym. I would spend three to four hours a day, six times a week in a high ceiling gym, filled with the scent of sweat, dried up sponge and the stomach turning sweetness of air freshener. Apart from the inhuman conditions … Continue reading F

My Puppeteer

  It’s been so long since the last time I wrote for you, but whenever I try to remember how desperation feels, I think of you. It feels like eons since I decided to disassociate  from your web and even longer since I saw your eyes sparkling right back at me. Let me tell you, … Continue reading My Puppeteer