“Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident”- Louis de Berniéres In recent times, the internet and bookshelves have been bombarded with ideologies on self-positivity and self-love. Many propose that self-love is a crucial factor in propelling individuals intoContinue reading “On Loving Yourself”
To My Mother, With Love
There was a thing about her, an aura if you like. When she smiled her deep, dark eyes twinkled. Her shoulders jerked up and down with every bellow of laughter. She was quick to plant kisses on my forehead and grab me fondly by the cheek. She was soft and her arms jiggled like jellyContinue reading “To My Mother, With Love”
