There is something captivating about the way a grand piano dances that I’ll never be able to put my finger on or emulate in any other context. Despite my ears becoming more well versed with 808s and heavy bass as the typical summer songs start infiltrating through our speakers, hearing Klaus Weissmuller’s ‘fabienne’ and Sampha’sContinue reading “soundtrack.”
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sedated.
become fear.
the time is nigh.
face of a coward.
The next few weeks will be testing. The imminent emergence of yesteryear followed by a chance to finally confront the truth on a hard-fought-for podium. 362 days I have waited, and for a minute, I had lost hope that I would ever be given the chance to unbury myself. But the build-up has proved toContinue reading “face of a coward.”
panic attacks.
six feet under.
international women’s day.
Celebrating today with remembering the importance of some of the most influential women to me (besides my mum and the other significant women in my life), amongst the plethora of trail-braziers. Comment your picks!
ASH CHANDRAHARAN 