She was convinced he would not find her. There were way too many others around. But he did -- every single time.
He knew that he deserved better. He knew that she was toxic for him. But he didn't know what to do with that damn thing called love.
He made fun of everything she did. But never let anyone else do the same. That is how she knew.
Sometimes, attraction happens Through the eyes. That tiny twinkle In a sea of green. That searing spark In a bed of charcoal. Sometimes, attraction happens Through the voice. That rough undertone In a baritone. That velvety texture In a soft sound. Sometimes, attraction happens Through a laugh. That child-like candour In a heartfelt expression. That [...]
Neither black nor white, But grey. That is the colour I am. That is the colour we all are. Intentions not evil or saintly, But grey. That is how I roll. That is how we all play. To put me in a box Would be a mistake. To categorise everyone and everything Is the fault [...]
Once in a while, Take off those sneakers, Take off those socks, To step barefoot on the grass. Allow it to touch your soles. Allow its tips To gently tingle them, To quietly relax them. Once in a while, Break down the barriers Between nature and you, To step out of your bubble. Allow yourself [...]
Do you ever feel alone, Even in a crowd? Even when there's room For no more? Do you ever feel alone, Even when everyone is Nice to you, Giving you enough to be grateful? Do you ever feel alone, Even when there's so much Sound around you, Making it no more than noise? Do you [...]
Yes, it is time. Rather, time is over. It is time to say goodbye. One way to do it is yours. To pretend it's not time. To pretend there will be more. One way to do it is mine. To face the truth. To say a hearty goodbye. Why not combine our ways? Hug it [...]
We all have those moments when someone asks something and even before they finish, we want to say, "No." But we don't know how. Or it could just be someone going over and over something every single time we meet and all we want to do is scream from the bottom of our hearts, "Please [...]
I guess, the reason I immediately start crying knowing about someone's loss of their mother is because I love mine. It's not that we don't fight. We do. All girls fight with their mothers. It's two women, completely out at their worst, keeping no facades. No sweet words to sugar-coat the bitter truths. So it [...]