One word for thousands to follow- LOVE

[Pic: Self-sketched] Staring at the weird design printed on your bed sheet, I know you are not analysing the print. Rather, you are analysing things imprinted deep inside your head. Series of events that have webbed your true vision, making it tough for you to look and think straight. The fear of losing me amidst... Continue Reading →

The Never Ending Battle

Yes. I am a survivor. I have survived the eyes radiating demeaning glare at me. Battled with the swords of negligence trying to savage my very existence. I have cleared my way through the hedges bearing thorns, both real and fake, savouring the pain of every scratch and sighing relief when bruised with feathery touch.... Continue Reading →

Death of Darkness

(Pic credits: Self-sketched) It is only our virtues that can overcast our flaws, just like the sunrise that steers its way through the darkness, giving hope to billions of souls. For every good deed that we do, we simply uncover the humanity hidden behind the dark soiled sheets of injustice, inequality and countless vices. For... Continue Reading →

Preserving Identity

[Pic: Self sketched] How often have we come across statements striking bluntly at our behaviour, way of living or our perspective towards life? I suppose for most of us, it is almost every day. In this world of contrasting opinions, the toughest task for an individual is not to excel than others or be financially... Continue Reading →

The root that turned DARK

You. Yes you. The flower which no longer flourishes in the garden of my life. The flower which turned into weed scavenging away the nectar of other flowers thriving happily in the garden. You had to be got ridden off. Though I had watered and nurtured you so tenderly. Provided you with best of sunlight... Continue Reading →

Crochet: Unfolding Creativity

Learning is a never ending process. But it is super fun only if you enjoy doing it. A forced learning would simply crush your spirit and result in no positive outcome. However, many a times my interests force the learning process on me and that coupled with my worst habit of inability to sit idle... Continue Reading →

Pen Rangoli

[Pic: self-sketched] Festival of lights is ready to embark its magnificence on the cadaverous life of the Indian society. Families are vigorously planning up activities to surpass the happiness levels achieved the previous year. Yet, I sit here alone away from my family, waiting for the days to steadily pass by. With this waiting time... Continue Reading →

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