At my worst, I can be a feisty narcissist with a penchant for dish-throwing, door-slamming and other histrionic displays of temper.

Twenty-fifteen has been one heck of an amazing solo journey. I took all the time I needed to heal and rebuild myself, both metaphorically and literally. But the universe has its ways, and with a sudden twist of fate, my life turned upside down in a jiffy. I always thought that taking one step forward…

I’m a runner, metaphorically speaking. Whenever life gets hard, I run. I run as fast as I can without stopping for even a second to glance or look back. Instead of facing my problems head on, I run towards the opposite direction. I’ve always been like this. I’m afraid of uncertainty. I’m scared of losing….

Twenty-fifteen has brought so many changes in my life. Instead of cringing and fearing them, I gracefully embraced them. I told myself that these experiences will mold me into becoming a better version of myself. I no longer want to cling to all the “could have beens”. It’s not that I’ve lost hope, because really – hope…