The Throwrug

Reader, I married him

Haruki Murakami, 'Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage'

Time to breathe in, breathe out, forgive, and let go.

Sylvia Plath, 'The Bell Jar'

When I was little, my dad would tell stories of his adventures with his best friend, the dragon. He would weave stories that I can now recognise as myths and fairy tales from all over the world. But the magic didn't end with my childhood - even later, when I had become an adult, when I was tired or particularly exasperated with life, he would sometimes quip: 'Shall I ask my best friend, the dragon, for some advice? He should know' Fathers' Day is always a difficult time of the year for me. But I try to imagine that he's off on an adventure with his trusty dragon in a land far far away, and that one day, he'll tell me all about it. Happy fathers' day, Abah. Missing you so much.

Tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’ You don't really know about nothin’ nothin’ Tell me what you know about them night terrors every night 5 AM, cold sweats wakin’ up to the sky Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’ You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow