Category: Old diary

“Oh shoot!” was the first thing my tongue rolled out when I saw the essay deadline.

“How’s the search for your master’s programme going?” asked mom. “Well the university in Canada is asking for a North American phone number so I sort of skipped that. I just finished applying to the one in London.” “Keep looking for and applying to more, Sania.” As mother advised me, my father, agreeing with mom, said:…

“I’m hungry”, my friend stated the obvious at 2 P.M, as we made our way to the