Everytime I feel immense pain or my spirit breaks down, nothing in the world helps me but seeing my pain dripped in shining blue on a piece of paper. Or in black combination of 1 and 0 on a computer. Paper works better though for how old school I am. Old writings become those doctor’s… Continue reading I am enough.
So last month after much discussion and arguments I booked a 5 day trip to ever hustling Bangalore and it was anything but predictable. After playing fancy dress and bar hopping through the “lit” clubs of Koramangala and Indira-nagar, I settled to city tours on rented bikes to fill my soul with a little street… Continue reading Jumping out of Regularities
It’s a blessing in disguise when things don’t work out the way you wished them to be. Because that can only mean that you are meant for bigger and better things and it’s time you closed that door of your old self and wait on how to marvel at who you are becoming. Allow yourself… Continue reading Beginnings
A strong, ambitious girl who always knew what she wanted and is now doing everything she can to bring herself closer to it. Someone who is working 24*7, hustling and taking on this world single-handedly. The girl with fire in her eyes and strong thoughts strewn across her mind making her mark and making herself… Continue reading Let’s go !!
Pain becomes beautiful after a couple of days. It’s yours and only yours to revel in and to entice your heart with. It seduces you to drop on your knees and then climbs onto your back to become a part of you. You start keeping it closer to your heart at all times, hiding it from… Continue reading Romanticizing Pain
All we do is sit and feel. Feel till the blood freezes in the knots of our fingers and then let it all gush down from the tips onto paper. We then sign it and see it flow from fingers of one person to another until its thumbed and pressed between the pages of a… Continue reading “US”
I am the muse that always comes to your mind when you sit down with a pen and paper. The girl who materialises on your desk just as you imagined her the moment ink smeared on the paper. Her long hair, dove eyes and those red lips. She was there to nod along and caste… Continue reading The Muse