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My toddler is not his torn jeans

Being a human being, my toddler has the freedom to choose his own clothes from his drawer at the start of a day. Being a toddler he normally chooses the weirdest combinations and loves to wear his favourite worn clothes even if they are torn. 375 more words


Moving Mountains

You may ask what is interesting about the photograph at the top of this post. It is, after all, a view out of a Chinese factory window. 639 more words


Letting it all go


So. I went on to a website today, and it gave you the opportunity to do your BMI. My inner monologue went a little like this. 416 more words


come to set things straight
with skill, a vision
from beyond, never intending
to become prophets forsaking
whatever home there was, whatever origin
extending far more than they’ll repay… 40 more words


On Being A Passenger

Do you ever feel like you’re a passenger on a moving train and life is just passing you by?


Update: Global Health

So it’s been a few months since my last post, where I was debating whether or not I was good enough for medicine, after a retake. 291 more words

Medical School


i fly amid his thoughts–
safely sleeping
in hidden alcoves of worn memories