I feel ya

Most of the time we are self-obsessed morons caring about nobody but our own vain selves. And that's okay. That's just how we are. But we aren't alone. We socialise. We meet people. We interact with others. We connect in the truest sense with a rare few people. And then, you feel what they feel.… Continue reading I feel ya


Holding a heart

I held a heart in my hand for the first time today. Not a live, beating heart of course, but we have a bank of visceral organs from where our teachers get whatever ones they need to teach them to us. So today we had lungs and the heart. Our teacher needed three volunteers, one… Continue reading Holding a heart