5 Heartbreakingly Cool Things I Learned About Living Alone.

There are a few things I have found important to write down from living alone in a strange city. I don’t know if anyone else will benefit from it, but if they do, I’ll be the happiest person on the planet.

Living alone, here, constitutes looking after your own physical wellbeing, as well as emotional dependence. The first and most important lesson I learnt was:

1. You cannot trust everyone that you meet.
It is a very basic rule, but very easy to forget. You simply cannot trust a person without knowing them completely. And to know a person you need TIME.
Living alone makes you realise the need for a confidante, for friendship, and that requires trust.

2. You learn to live with yourself.
If there is one person whose thoughts and feelings you can always read, it’s you! Even in your off days you learn to pick yourself up and keep moving, ’cause there ain’t no one here to wipe your tears.

3. Everyone lets you down.
This is a bit hard to digest, but eventually you realise that everyone is busy living their own lives. If you’ve ever let yourself down, you begin to understand that relying on other people is not an option.

4. You learn to make friends.
This is one of the brightest things of your day. These are the people who lend you support to be yourself, who’re okay with the kind of person you are. And sometimes, that is the best thing in the world.

5. You amaze yourself at the person you are becoming.
Let’s be honest, everyone has their flaws. We’ve all flinched at our own stupidity, we’ve felt shame for our misdoings, and we’ve learnt to forgive ourselves, no matter what. The one rule in the book is: keep moving. When you keep moving in life, you’ll see and live your life from so many angles and with so many different attitudes that eventually you’ll find the one that suits you best.


Hollowness that comes to haunt,
Right in the moments, when it’s hard to recall,
All those smiling faces of warmth,
That linger sometimes, like bubbles about to pop,
That empty feeling, so familiar,
I could confuse it with boredom, or sly fear
That creeps up on it’s clueless prey,
The deer in the headlights of dismay,
Loneliness: a bitter truth,
You can’t reject it, it’s absolute.

The First World Idiot  

An unusual day: he woke up feeling good,

Reflected on the world’s problems, decided it’s misunderstood.

Walked past a beggar on his way to Starbucks,

Shelled out the money, but couldn’t spare a few bucks.

Reading world news on his prized iPhone,

He cursed China for occupying the TAR zone.

Never mind by exploiting it’s child labour does his phone exist,

He is still, ever the peace-cheering optimist.

He sympathizes with world hunger,

But he’s got an ice-bucket challenge to deliver.

Disposing off last night’s leftovers,

He sets off to the office in his humble Range Rover.

In his ever-persevering good feeling towards the world,

At the slow-moving traffic, no curses are hurled,

Instead he thinks about his generous hand at charity,

Which he parted with, after paying his third wife’s alimony.

Working hard in the office, sipping on bad coffee,

That was handpicked overseas, ergo: slavery.

He’s a genius at work, brainstorming ideas on paper,

That was rainforests before, so much for green Earth.

Today, he has surprised himself with his own kindness,

 Feels the love of the world for him, even in it’s absence.

He drives back home in his charitable state of mind,

Musing how people of this world can be so selfish and blind.

The Light at the End

We’re all in tunnels of our own searching for the light at the end. Sometimes, we bump into people travelling towards our end. No matter how much we try to explain that there’s no light here, people still want to reach us.
Maybe we’re all just shining lights travelling towards each other and their is no end.


We’re not perfect. We’ve been damaged and distorted like a hot iron being beaten into shape throughout life. Are we in shape?
Are we perfectly formed crystals of diamonds that’ve been buried beneath the earth for so long?
No! We’re still sick or dull or weak or immature or sensitive and so on.. But we’re learning. Every single moment of our day, of our life, we’re growing.


One fine day, when I was born,
My parents didn’t check if it was a son,
They didn’t give birth to a handicap,
I was healthy as a horse, no mishaps.

But in their silliness, they didn’t even bother,
To make me feel weaker than the opposite gender,
They didn’t stick a tag, upon my back,
That read- Asian, American, Hispanic or Black!

They spent a humongous sum for my education,
But in their carelessness didn’t check for reservation,

Now, every form I fill, I silently quibble,

I’m neither an SC, ST, NT- I’m just plain, stupid, normal.


I saw a person acting like a human,
Saw their wide smile,their eyes burn,
Seemed like a genuine piece of art,
Turned out to be quite a piece of work.

I chanced upon their lightless eyes,
Which glittered like unsolved mysteries,
The vacant face, soon to be replaced,
By words like verbal masks,

A cold facade adorning the muse,
Which cackled and smiled,
But alas, it was only a rumpelstiltskin!