Sleeping on a rainy day, hot chocolate on a snowy winter, ice cream on a hot summer noon, writing in an autumn evening with hot coffee, a cup of tea with old friends, reading old letters, seeing old pictures, remembering your favourite books, cherishing your childhood heroes, trying new dresses, taking odd pictures, singing to … Continue reading Your Favourite Things
If you think you have lost something don't waste time in searching. If you feel that you have lost a part of your soul don't spend time in reflecting. You will come back to yourself when you will be least expecting. Get busy in Living your life, doing things you love. Don't ponder, don't introspect … Continue reading Lost and Found
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
Sometimes we share our deepest vulnerabilities, our hatred, our secrets with someone, thinking of him/ her as our confidant. Does it not hurt when the same person becomes indifferent after knowing our truth? I may sound like a teenager. The prose version of Taylor Swift song. But it does hurt. Betrayals hurt at any stage. … Continue reading People we trust
Oh cloudy sky, how many storms do you hold in your bosom ? What unrest do you stoically hold? How many slurs shall you continue to endure? You grow grim, you grow dark, my overcast sky, what burden do you hold? Mortals keep wishing for a sunny day or a starry night, disregarding the great griefs that you keep building.
If you have played the game of snakes and ladder, does it not feels aweful to be bitten by the serpent on number 99?When you are so close to winning and you gotta begin again. I see life as a game of snakes and ladders. All these numbers are different milestones, the stairs are the … Continue reading Snakes and Ladders : the Game of Life
The first time I saw his eyes, the eyes that were distant to everybody were now close to me. They were peeping into my soul, calling out my name aloud. We were quiet but everything was heard. Something was rising within me, something so strong that it almost shook me yet I was too frozen … Continue reading The One I Love
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