A few years ago, I was sitting on a couch in a doctor’s clinic wishing my stomach cramps would just vanish into thin air and I would be spared from these periodic visits. I tried my best to be patient…
Through the Door: A Date with Myself
My life was in motion interspersed by different doors, some wooden, a few steel and glass and one purely invisible, the existence of which I was blissfully unaware of. I lived closeted between them, breezing out every morning through the doors in…