It's gets easier doesn't it? First it seems impossible and some time passes, then it seems doable. Before you know it, there you are, not wondering or worrying about what he's doing. His late replies slowly stop bothering you. You don't mind not being in his list of priorities. In fact, in a way it … Continue reading Hearts, balloons, all things colourful.
1. Forgiving people even if they don't apologise, especially if they don't apologise is extremely necessary for protection of your own sanity. 2. Establishing boundaries brings peace & harmony to life. So just agree to their staying on that side of the line and you staying on this side while both of you recognise & … Continue reading Six things I learned in these past few months.
Who are you when nobody's watching? How do you look? What do you think about? How do things make you feel? You told me you want to be left alone for a while, so here I am seated, just outside your bedroom - waiting for you to open the door and come out. It's been … Continue reading Open the door
Who should be called writers rightfully? There are just so so many of them everywhere. There are writers who write when and where an inspiration hits them. But there are others who practice the art of words each day, every day. There must be those who write novels. Some might prefer things to be shorter … Continue reading To the ones who cast spell on words.
Is this the day when I'll be free? Depends on you Miss, do you want it to be? Oh yes, please. Absolutely! Tell me what would you like to see first? Where do you want to go? Anywhere. Anywhere. I am tired of watching the world from my broken window. I'm afraid we don't have … Continue reading Two Lunatics, One City
Oh! Honeysuckle? Bubblegum. Huckleberry. Is life throwing lemons at you? Do you need a blanket to sleep? A cozy book or a bar of chocolate maybe? I know how you must be feeling. Or maybe not. I don't know what you are feeling. And how would I? Who are you to me anyway. I don't … Continue reading Honeysuckle, Bubblegum?
I'm sorry for not being able to romanticise sadness. I cannot, do not find beauty in sadness. Sadness is enigmatic, sure. But not beautiful. Certainly not beautiful. I'd rather spend my entire time in chasing slippery happiness than to forever dwell in a paralyzing despair. It's not my fault for not having been taught swimming … Continue reading Sadness isn’t beautiful.