One thing that you should know about me is that ever since I moved to France, away from all things familiar and people I love, I’ve started feeling irrationally upset during my birthday period every year. I turned 29 this month, and this time was not an exception. Maybe, it…

On a rainy late August evening, I found myself sitting in a neighborhood Parisian bar sipping my usual glass of Côtes du Rhône with a friend I have never met in real life before. We were having one of those existential conversations that used to fill up our hour-long talks…

All right, I’m coming out clean. I am a phony. I am no longer a good writer. In fact, you don’t have any idea how many times I hit backspace on my keyboard only to have come up with this rather lame intro. I guess that alone gives me the…

Several relentless dates and flirtation-ships later, I believe I now know the answer. Trust me, this is based on true stories. Admit it. We’ve all Googled this phrase at least once in our lives. However, despite being a fan of relationship list-icles and reading numerous content on this topic, I…

It’s been a little over two years already since I arrived in France and as I have always said, so much has happened since then. Even more for these past months. I can’t even believe that I find it acceptable to write in fragments already. You know that saying “With…

This isn’t about romance — no dating apps were involved in the process. — The world has been increasingly connected nowadays that we seem to have forgotten what it is like to actually connect. And if we do want to connect with people we don’t necessarily know, we automatically associate it with the intention to build romance or land casual hookups. It’s as if…

For clarification purposes, I didn’t have a fully-funded scholarship when I came to France to pursue a Master’s degree. But, I might be graduating with a double degree (if I survive this program) for a fraction of the cost. …

On crumbling and pulling through — I look at the hustle and bustle of the crowd and vehicles as they take one more inch of movement towards the places they are headed to. A car speeds by, eager to be reunited with its home. …

Once upon a time, we were dreamers. We have always been. — Our childhood taught us to believe in possibilities, in everything, and fairytales gave a major contribution to this. They played a huge part in molding our imaginations and our personalities. The things we read, read to us, and saw opened our eyes to the light of hope — even if…