I attempted to try something different this time. With a job, a new routine and 2 of the most awaited (or pretentious), jolly (or lonely) holidays, I took to social media. Because a well lit Christmas tree doesn’t make any difference in your life until it’s put up on your InstaStory. Even when there are […]Read more "What did you highlight?"
I thought if I never said “goodbye” out loud when you left, it would never be true and you’ll never really leave me. I thought if I never hung up the phone first, it won’t ever be our last call. I thought if I’ll always have something of you with me, I’d never really lose […]Read more "Say that you’re a stupid bitch"
What is it that we believe we are doing? How many different ways are there in which we can be shaken in, to finally see reality? I. My therapist talks about self-love like it’s a pill I should take daily. Maybe she doesn’t know what I know. Some of us are just too obsessed with ourselves. So obsessed […]Read more "What my therapist suggests"
Last night we lived similar lives. You cleaned your place and yourself, dusted off your sofa set, broomed away the spider webs. I spent the night on hospital beds. While you fought with darkness last night, my fight was of a slightly different kind. The excessive CO2 in my lungs truly took my breath […]Read more "Medicinal Affection"
Stop hiding behind closed doors to trick me into believing that you’re okay. Stop telling me that you’re going to make it on your own because you don’t need to. This suffocation doesn’t seem to end and I really wish to breathe, more importantly, I wish to see you breathe too. I know I am […]Read more "In the house next door"
Being with you is like picking up a Dictionary. You’re full of words and meaning, yet so disconnected. I, the writer, chose to arrange your words in a rhythmic, euphonious manner. Webster said, the more experienced and skillful the writer, the pleasant the sound he produces when he reads his write-up aloud. I knew I had […]Read more "What Webster Said"
While working on her project on Environmental Studies, my ten-year-old little sister asked what the word ‘toxic’ meant. I looked up, and paused before I could answer. “It’s something harmful. Poisonous. Undesirable”, I said. It amazes me how today, things don’t seem as toxic to me as people do. I started to read her book […]Read more "Fire down in my Soul"