It constantly morphs, changing itself from sorrow to hatred to denial to stupid giddiness to foolhardiness to anguish. The real reason why we make art.

A blog on reading, writing and storytelling. I watched your retreating form in sullen silence. Part of me wanted to run after you, grab you by the hand, and demand your number and a promise from you to meet up again. But I told that part of me to shut up.

I think Therefore I am -Cogito Ergo Sum. Were you not a girl, Mamma? January 3, 2017. Hope you like it too and is worth your time. Or do I have any who is waiting for me expectantly? I want to study mamma I want to gain knowledge and under your guidance I will hopefully have a good idea of art too.

City of stars, are you shining just for me? What a girl wants? January 12, 2017. Waving back at her friend, she began to briskly walk up to the metro station. Walking always made her happy. She loved to observe her surroundings, the street, trees, flowers, houses, busy city life and people too sometimes. Happy New Year friends! January 1, 2017.

You are what I admire and you are for what I live. If only you could read my mind.

She stares at him wth sorrow filled eyes. She tries to force feed her own self half-hearted lies. She tries to pretend she is over him. But the next day tries to apologize on a fragile whim. She is down in the gutters. She pleads like a criminal. Like one who could be giving up her life. The guilt hits her fast. She chases him down like a deranged bloodhound. And cries out with the very worst of sounds. No time for that! .