Posts Tagged ‘story’

Yesterday, I had a dream. It wasn’t anything unpleasant. It felt real. So real that I woke up in the middle of the night, opening my wardrobe and realising that all my clothes were still hanging inside it, I burst into laughter. For a while, I was fooled by my dream that all my clothes were gone.



It’s been on my mind for some time. And I’ve tried talking her into writing something that would be like a series of correspondence between the two of us. Immortalizing memories through our stories and hoping to help her go through this phase. But I guess, now, it’s up to me to hopefully write a story a day, for me, for her, for her baby, perhaps for me, mostly.


She dropped the C bomb on us casually. After hiding it for two years, she finally told us. We were celebrating a good friend’s birthday. It was at a somewhat posh restaurant. We were eating and she was having a hard time to decide what to eat that won’t make her feel bad. And she was avoiding meat and eggs. So I asked. Then, the truth came.

It felt awkward celebrating life and being told the possibility of losing a person dear to you.

Life changed, for me, at least.