Tiny letters to 7 inanimate objects

Tiny letters to 7 inanimate objects


A letter to the blank canvas

Dear Blank Canvas,

I know that I have been uncomfortably staring at you for the past one hour, making few unsuccessful pencil strokes that I rubbed off hurriedly, but please trust me. I will sit here letting my imagination wander, my emotions come forward and my visions come alive right in front of you and on your very soft surface. Believe in me, like you always do, and together we will create a beautiful piece of art.

A letter to my phone

Dear Phone,

Would you please voluntarily stay at home sometimes, to give me an opportunity to sit in the bus and look at the world and people? To walk and enjoy every little thing around me… To see how the time flows through the day and how free my mind feels.

A letter to the soap

Dear Soap,

You may have not realised it, but you have given so much of yourself to others. You have given a piece of you, getting smaller and smaller over weeks. I am afraid you will break. Please don’t. I need you.

A letter to the good book

Dear Good Book,

I know after our satisfyingly long conversation, I haven’t spoken to you for days, and it may seem endless for you as you sit on my desk patiently waiting until I get through my ‘to-do’ list, but I want you to know that I can’t stop thinking about your words, your ideas. You may feel that I have forgotten you, but trust me, I have been incorporating your ideas into my everyday life. I hope to catch up soon and have an insightful conversation.

A letter to the tea with no sugar

Dear Tea With No Sugar,

I just wanted to say thank you for looking after me and helping me relax every night. Thank you for bringing the flavour of sincerity into my life without sugar-coating the reality. Your warmth and hugs make my nights cosy.

A letter to my old journal entries 

Dear Old Journal Entries,

You remind me to step back and look at what is important… or once was…of a person I was then, and the personal growth that I went through. You tell me to have hope that things will always be better, that I have had enough strength then, and I can do it now too. You keep bits of advice that people have given to me over time, which I may have forgotten. Thank you.

A letter to my camera

Dear Camera,

I love you.


12 Unusual things to do in Melbourne as a couple

12 Unusual things to do in Melbourne as a couple



After living in Melbourne for close to two years, I have concluded that there are many unique and unconventional things to do here. If you are running out of ideas, I have compiled a list of what I believe are the most fun and interesting things to do as a couple (or with friends).

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A letter to my 15-year old self

A letter to my 15-year old self

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I am not here to tell you what will happen in your future. I am here to be next to you at the time of your life when you are going through many unknowns.

You are experiencing a lot of doubts about yourself and a lot of emotions about life. You are uncertain of what will happen in future.

I want to tell you one thing: your biggest dream will come true. That thing that you keep praying about will happen even if you can hardly believe it…very soon, just be patient and wait a couple of years. Read more

Let’s end this shopping frenzy…

Let’s end this shopping frenzy…

Sydney Central Arcade: shops, shops, and more shops…

I don’t know about you, but I have a problem with conversations that start something like this: “So when do you plan on finishing your Christmas shopping?”, “What are you buying?”, “Have you got a shopping list?” and so on and so forth…

With Christmas being just around the corner, these conversations are becoming commonplace.

Why is it that Christmas is associated with shopping so much? And not only Christmas…Why is it that, as a society, we are so obsessed with buying?

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Three things that Melbourne beats Sydney in (and vice versa)

Three things that Melbourne beats Sydney in (and vice versa)


Since moving to Melbourne, the everlasting question of “Is Sydney or Melbourne better?” keeps haunting me…wherever I go.

Mind you, playing safe and answering “Both cities are awesome” does not cut it.

“No, which one is better-pick one?” a typical Melbournian would ask, impatiently anticipating an answer that would give an immense satisfaction.

(I still believe that the reason I got my job was that I answered “Melbourne” in my job interview. I know. A little sneaky.)

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The book lover…

The book lover…

The cardboard said “Homeless, please help with ANYTHING you can. GOD bless”. It grabbed my attention right away…not because we don’t see enough of these cardboards around us, but it seemed to be floating in the darkness. I was almost convinced it was hanging in the air by itself when I saw the dark hand that was holding the cardboard…not dark-skinned, but different kind of dark…dark that is a result of eight long years living in streets.

I pulled a packet from my bag and handed it to him. He wasn’t too eager to speak. Perhaps he was tired. Or cold. He did mention it was cold, but I caught myself on the thought that it was one of the warmest and sunniest days. Or maybe he was too engulfed in the book he was reading.

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We remember and we demand!

We remember and we demand!

Making my speech at the Armenian Genocide commemoration night in Sydney (2015)

April 24th, 1915, is etched as one of the darkest days in humanity…

Every year on April 24, I get shivers…thinking of innocent men, women, and children whose lives were destroyed by the atrocities of Ottoman Empire 101 years ago. One and a half million lives…and their generations were destroyed.

April 24 is the remembrance day of the Armenian Genocide, a historical fact that Turkey, unfortunately, continues to deny. Imagine Germany claiming that Holocaust never happened? It is absurd, isn’t it?

In fact, Adolf Hitler cynically used this phrase to justify his horrendous acts:

Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?

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