Not many months ago, I was sitting at the seaside watching the sunset. It was one of those marmalade skies, a humid weather that’d go perfectly with a country song. The winds were blowing my hair, swiftly caressing my face pleading me to shift to a new perspective. At 5 p.m. that Friday, I was … More Seaside.
On a shameless night and a nameless place, my thoughts wandered like a hopeless case.
I always thought of myself as having a special skill of being able to be alone for hours and hours and not leave the house for days and be fine about it. In fact, I have always longed for it. Am I enjoying it? Sure. But does that make me an introvert? Those who know … More Self-doubt and its many faces.
I’m in the middle of a break. And this is not the break that the lockdown brought with it. The lockdown, in fact, brought with it a whole new definition of productivity. I have busted my ass off in these 2 months, I still don’t feel it’s enough and I took this break to try … More A Break.
It’s a fresh monsoon morning. The only sound outside is the rustling of leaves in the heavy wind. Things have really improved for the society. It’s particularly perfect for the girls’ mind. After all, the government had finally given a thought to their safety. A few months ago, the world was in shambles. Eve-teasing was … More Dystopia 1
If there is one good thing that has come out from me being a girl,…what the hell, can’t think of shit. It’s just a pile of disappointments.
It is only in the moments when you are alone – for quite a while – that you submit to looking at and through yourself. We escape the activity of delving deep into knowing ourselves by keeping busy, one distraction to another. We do it because it works so well. But it troubles us. We … More What If…
I like my weekends unplanned. I’m currently trying to handle a dozen things in my life which require constant time and effort. Sometimes my role in certain situations has gotten me to sacrifice my lunch, sleep and even sanity. In the past one year, I’ve been (surprisingly) socializing to an extent that the act of … More Weekends.
A few months ago, I dreamt of waking up to Instagram notifications that screamed all my favorite authors are now following me. For any young reader, this is the absolute dream.
Last night I was out partying till late You know my mom doesnt like it She hardly grants me the permission Says she trusts me but not the world… So i tell her i’m not in school anymore ma
Over time, when bitten enough, The body can build up tolerance To mosquito bites So that they no longer itch. Then— though you might be Bitten a hundred times On each hand And again— on each leg You are not bothered.