Ten things Papa did for me that I will forever be grateful for

Most of my treasured memories are from childhood. As far as I remember, I was that naughty, brave, and curious child. Every day, I would be busy tinkering, creating, and making mess around the house. My parents gave me freedom to explore as much as I wanted to--as long as I would do after-care, of... Continue Reading →

Old Blue Bucket: A short story

One night, you find yourself listless, sprawled on bed. You are exhausted. Everything you do seem to be failing. You work your fingers to the bone, but you don’t feel an inch closer to your dreams. You sleep the night away; all troubles fading, worries vanishing. You see yourself drifting in space like a bug... Continue Reading →

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