"Are you in the Lord's Army?"

"YES, SIR!"

I always made sure to shout the loudest. SMH.

"We bonded over literature and your writing - basically, I'm one of your biggest fan (but in a totally non-creepy way). I hope this book inspires you to write more often because, let's be real, the world needs more of your words... and I need more to read!"

I’ve learned that more often than not, responsibility reveals capacity. Whilst it may be very inconveniencing, crippling and even burdensome, it is usually an unceremonious announcer of weight, stature and maturity.

First off, apologies to those I’ve offended by the singular reason of choosing this title. Those that have some bit of struggle articulating the ‘th’ sound, worse if you have ‘rhotacism’ - the inability to pronounce ‘r’.

I saw this line off a friend’s IG page a long time back and I instantly loved it. I didn't know what to do with it, but it struck me in a very interesting way.

The final day right before we started, we drove to some quiet place and sat in silence for the entire evening. In no time, I could hear her sobbing and sniffing, needless to say it was the most distressing situation I’ve been in in forever. The sadder part was my helplessness - I hate to think about it.

The final day right before we started, we drove to some quiet place and sat in silence for the entire evening. In no time, I could hear her sobbing and sniffing, needless to say it was the most distressing situation I’ve been in in forever. The sadder part was my helplessness - I hate to think about it.

“What’s that one most important decision you made in the last 5 – 10 years that’s most shaped the way your life is right now?”

I think where I’ve been taught the hardest of lessons this past one year has been on Cupid’s forte. After what seemed like a protracted misadventure, it is easy to turn off all receptors and kick in the heels in defeat - I tried to, but somehow I’m simply not cut from that defeatist fabric.

Morning, wake up.Wake up to a new fairy tale.Again, it’s the first day of the eight month of the year, and you woke up a little too late. Actually, three minutes, nine seconds later than your usual timing. A hundred and twenty nine seconds behind time gravely contravenes Greene’s 35^th Law, remember?