life

  • Although I have fallen a bit short on my promise to write more on this page, I have been writing. I am such an old-school writer though, needing pen and paper in hand, almost as if the pen is linked to my own body and the ink is actually flowing freely from my veins after…

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  • Tonight, I am supposed to be working on essays for a final exam. Instead, I am listening to the likes of Chopin and Debussy as my mind is stuck in a sidelong glance to the past. One of the things I love the most about history is that it is full of secrets just waiting…

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