Being an ASSHOLE

Dearest reader Being back is really a mixed feeling though. While I really feel lucky enough to be empowered with the greatest gift to write down what I feel, it’s also a problem that I write mostly when i am sad enough to not to be expressed by emotions. When my tears mean nothing and

All My Life I Have Been a “Good Girl”

As I was wondering and squeezing out my brain on what to write yesterday cause everything seemed so well placed, I got content once more! Thanks to my mom, she always keeps me fulfilled with things to write about! It’s been almost three days since I am back home from college. As it’s been so

Not Just Destiny

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

Things I Wanted To Say

Part-1: Will You Please Understand Me…. I wish I could shout out. I wish Somebody would have listened. This is just not just a story. This is my life, fastened… I did shout out, in my heart. Though my voice was terribly inaudible (as I am not allowed to speak) I thought somebody would listen