Brain Dirt

Rupi Kaur once said in an interview with Emma Watson that she needs to write a lot before the good stuff comes out. I really understand that. It’s like washing out a giant container filled with dirt and water with a high powered hose, vigorously attacking it until the dirt and silt and sand andContinue reading “Brain Dirt”

Tropical storm

Admittedly I can’t complain about the surroundings. In a world that seems to be engulfed by the mass hysteria of covid, I find myself a far cry away in the south coast of Sri Lanka where subdued solemnity of the outbreak still rings in the air, though with less chaos and more calculus. I’ve hadContinue reading “Tropical storm”

Sometimes I look at myself and wonder if I can ever be fixed or whether I passed the point of no return long ago. I don’t want to listen to sad songs because it’s sad enough in my head. They paint a picture? I’ll paint a picture. I’ll lay down words thick like brush strokesContinue reading “–”


Maybe this moment is actually about savouring spiritual lessons like morning coffee. Maybe it exists to serve as a reminder of my own inherent value. Whilst I called it out and said it’s your shit, maybe it moves me closer to my own liberation. Maybe it’s all perfectly timed. I have never had a doubtContinue reading “Maybe”


I went to a yoga class today and something phenomenal happened. This isn’t something that’s particularly easy to articulate. I connected with something that I know to be greater than me. A universal life force energy that exists within all of us and works through us, connecting us infinitely across space and time. Other timesContinue reading “Energy”


I miss you Berlin. I miss each hot, sweet sip of your fresh liberation. I miss the sweat of the U-bahn pulling into the platform. I miss the effortless sex appeal of loose clothes, the glimpse of a tattoo just above your elbow. The way you make my spine tingle; my juices rush. I missContinue reading “</3”

Goodbye Berlin

Another night. Another beer. Another hipster bar complete with urban greenery and string lights. My chest is tight and my heart, a little heavy. I don’t know if it’s sleep deprivation, the beer or the fact that I spent the majority of my day soaking my brain in weird art in various galleries across Augustsraße.Continue reading “Goodbye Berlin”

Hello from Berlin

I wake up in my airbnb room and I’m desperate to pee. I’ve already snoozed my alarm twice. The whole point of not going out last night was to wake up fresh AF today and I already screwed it. Then the beautiful fact hits me once more. I’m travelling alone. I have absolutely no fuckingContinue reading “Hello from Berlin”