What if our story Was predestined, Was written in the stars? What if its end Was already decided, Was sketched out in detail? What if our love Was doomed from the start, Was futile to fight for? What if our separating Was not accidental but Was well-planned? What if this is it? Was it all [...]
Some things are not meant to be. But some are. Who is to tell which is which? Some episodes speed away. But some take their time. They are like the late bloom. A seed fell on a dirty sidewalk. It got trampled on. Again and again. It was not paid attention to. Nothing was expected [...]
"You're not worth it," said they. "If it's about me, then I'll decide," said I. I decided to believe in myself.
He first came to her in the rain. Now the rain reminds her of him. Now she waits for him, everytime it rains.
Everyone wants something like Lily-Marshall or Monica-Chandler. But real stories are made of something else. No wonder, the climax belongs to Robin-Ted or Rachel-Ross.
Happiness is not difficult. It is as easy As we are ready to let go Of inhibitions, Of expectations, Of rules. Happiness is not difficult. It can come to anyone Who wants it No matter where, No matter when, No matter how. Happiness is not difficult. It is as ample As we make it Even [...]
A hundred horses hurrying Straight in your direction Surely are expected To make you feel like fleeing. But is that who you are? A hundred soldiers screaming For your downfall Surely are expected To make you want to shut up. But is that who you are? A hundred swords aiming For your head Surely are [...]
Their story was inches away from becoming that. "The unattainable love epic" was their title. Until one of them said, "Forget the story. I want you!"
When disaster strikes, only essential services continue. Shouldn't the art of writing also go into lockdown? But then, isn't motivating to live essential? Fellow bloggers, keep motivating and stay safe.
Hell broke loose and fire rained down. But this was the road that would lead to her dream. So she thought, "Bring it on!"