Suicide Note

A Suicide Note was all he could write. He had big dreams which were, as if, left unanswered in between the lines of his note. He had lots to say, lots to explain but hadn’t enough time. His surrounding seemed bleak. His life seemed bleached. All he could write in his note was “It wasn’t

Memories of my past

Castles in the air

Twilight hours

Nakshi Kanthar Math-The Field Of The Embroidered Quilt

A poem Not To Forget… Love and separation, both are painful. The long wait, the hope that keeps you alive. The purity of one’s love reflected in every gesture. The body and mind given up to that one person. Nakshi Kanthar Math or The Field Of The Embroidered Quilt is a poem written in verse

A Depression Story

Part-I: Early Childhood It was forever really hard to say this. And I could not. Not that I never tried but some things and some situations were never in favor. How long am I going to keep all the truth hidden inside me? I decided to spill all that I can say through my blogs.

Confess

CAN LIFE BE A FAIRYTALE

A fairytale While we were small, our parents or grandparents used to tell us stories of princesses who had to struggle a lot but the ending was always in their favor. Being so used to having a good ending from our childhood, it gets worse to know that reality witnesses bad endings as well. While

#wishes

#HIDDEN ARTS

“STRETCHES OF LINES CAN DEFINE AN IMAGINATION” “MAKE THE MIND WANDER WHERE IT WANTS TO CAUSE IT NEEDS NO TICKETS” ARTS I MADE: While I was four years old, I saw my drawing teacher for the first time, walk up the stairs and into our hall. I was excited but scared too. I was an