Dead as Before

Hey everyone,Its been a long time since I last wrote. I had my mid semester exams over today. I was thinking of getting a few things off my nerves lately but I did not get much of a time to do so. Its about my “perfect relationship”. Perfect? Yeah it is. But it’s more scary

I Keep Silence

I do not understand why is everyone so fucking “cared” about me? I do not get the point. On the name of sympathy they would be putting their heads into everything and act as if such a poor little baby I am. I do not like this fact. I have been back home for about

A Badass Bitch Forever

Sometimes I feel mothers aren’t as good as they are written down on the pages of novelists and poets. Sometimes they can be the victims of some typical mental illness which can lead to the death of the whole family or sometimes they can be as cruel as nobody on earth. Mostly middle class family

Why I Left Him?

Yeah! People say, I left him. People say I am a playgirl. His friends know me to be a traitor. But nobody knows the real story. Never did they bother to ask, “Why I left?”. Did I ever really wanna leave him? Well I know, he has his part of the story to justify his

Too Many Fucks Given

Yes! Already given too many fucks in life. I do not know why, now I just want to focus on happiness. Something that gives me life, someone who gives me light, I want them all. I have left caring of all those shits people talk about me. I have left caring about all those bitches

They Don’t Want Me To Smile

Is it always important to fight for survival? Is it always important for us to think what others think of us? Is it always necessary to satisfy others with our status? Is is always important to keep fighting until you are finally dead? Can’t we take a pause and look at life the simpler way?

Can Slapping Be Blessing?

Should parents physically abuse their children? Is slapping, thrashing, beating really helpful in shaping a child? Why can’t problems just be solved with words and love? I often wonder if people really feel that children have no right to keep feelings. They can be abused whatever the way elders want in the name of “elder’s

I Am A “Bad Girl”

You know what, my fault is to be a “GIRL”! Yes, it is. Though Indian families claim to be always too open minded, they somewhere either do not know the meaning of this fucking word or they really love to boast of things they do not possess. In reality, being a “Girl” is still a

I Am Scared Of Love

An endless sea that has no shore. I have drowned in it long ago. I remember finding a boat once. The sailor said, “Trust me I will take you home”. As a happy child I thanked God, “This sailor has saved my life”. He rowed for long enough, made my trust stronger. “Yeah! He is

If I Wasn’t Alive

I cried a lot today. Stains of tears still alive on my cheeks. I can’t withstand this anymore. How much can you tolerate? How much can you pacify yourself? How many times can you stamp the fire burning inside you? I can’t anymore. I was randomly scrolling through my dad’s Whatsapp where I found my