I am scared To be with someone To be vulnerableTo open up enough to someone to break or make my heartTo be his 2am innocenceOr his 6am loveTo be his surety in uncertaintiesOr his existence in doubtsTo be his smiles in tearsOr his confidence when shatteredTo be his light when darkOr to hold his hand… Continue reading I am sacred
Dear Daughter, People around us make our life beautiful. But you cannot love all the people. And all the people won’t like you too.When you have like-minded souls around you it will make your days and times much better. These people accept you for who you're. Love you for your wilderness and weirdness. And they no… Continue reading Unapologetically be Unique. – #U
These mornings I wake up with a sinking feeling in my pit. I feel like heavy weights been kept on my shoulders and knees. As if something is pulling me down further into the folds of bed and not allowing me to get up. I am not sad, but just empty. Still, I wake up every… Continue reading Not Sad, Just Empty.
If we were having coffeeI would detail each minute of my life from the day you leftWe would talk and laugh and cryOver you missing all thoseIf we were having coffeeI would tell how much it broke meYou leaving just like thatI would tell how much it changed me foreverIf we were having coffeeYou would… Continue reading If we were having coffee … #16Sept
Today I saw, no heard death, not once but twice. Morning I woke up to a blogger friend’s mom passing away and in the evening a colleague’s. She called me in between a meeting and said crying her mother was seriously admitted and chances are low. But after half an hour a call from India… Continue reading Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
I am a selfie person. Though I don’t share them in my FB feed 24*7; I do change my Whatsapp display picture regularly. And last week after so many months, I got some genuine comments from friends and cousins saying that I look my old self with a happy smile that reached my eyes. If… Continue reading Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Home?!The place where I spend my childhoodThe room that saw me evolved into a woman from a little oneThe pillows that caressed my broken heart’s tearsThe white curtains that let inside the breeze of joy into meAnd ever changing colors of wall that let out my moodThe veranda which let me be intoxicated with the… Continue reading Home.
When was a child, if someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would say “Happy”. Yes. I just wanted to be happy. No matter what job I did, where I lived, how much I earned at the end I wanted to be happy. I wanted to cuddle in my… Continue reading Happiness is a By-product.