'Cause Pigs can Fly

It’s the last day of November, which means that tomorrow will be the beginning of the last month of 2015. It’s been an interesting year but an all about 2015 post will be better at the end of the year. Today, it will be all about November. This month, I left my job and spent the month at home. I didn’t look for another job, which I sort of regret now because not having anything to do is frustrating. But I’m happy I finally decided to leave this place that was always like home to me. It was time and while I still love the place and people, I shouldn’t have been there any longer. In October, I promised myself that if I wrote 30,000 words of ‘my story’ by the end of 2015, I would take a year off work and focus on my writing. I completed NaNoWriMo, something I didn’t think was at all possible and so I now have a 50,000 word story. It’s nowhere close to completion but I’ve at least taken the first step towards finally writing a story. You see, I love writing and while all ...

The best kind of people are those who don't care that you have zero pictures with them. They are the people who put their phones away when they are with you and don't check-in at places and tag you in those posts. They are the people who don't care if you didn't wish them for their birthday and understand when you forget something about them or need time and space away from them. They are the people you don't need to introduce to your parents or other friends because they've already heard so much about them. They are the people you have long conversations with but don't necessarily talk to every day. They are the people who are thankful for your existence and those whose existence you are so thankful for. They are the people you can have late-night conversations with or just walk side by side, in silence. They are the people who don't force you to be someone you aren't. They are the people you can trust to not break your heart or let go of your han...

In life, we can't stay stagnated. We need to move on and on. But moving on means leaving something or someone behind. We usually don't realize this until after we have decided to move on. Moving on or moving away doesn't necessarily mean moving away from a person or place. Sure, when you move from Sri Lanka to the US, you leave a place and people behind. When you change your place of work, you leave behind friends and a place you loved like your own home. We move on from states or stages of life too. This is what makes birthdays important. It marks an arrival as well as a departure. When you turn 13, you arrive at this amazingly beautiful, scary, confusing and messy stage of life. But you also depart from childhood. We don't get to make that many choices in life. Today, I came home in a crowded train and the compartment I was in smelled vaguely of farts. It was stuffy and I would have rather been in a bus, three wheeler or better yet, the staff transport van I had tra...