Must be okay with explicit language and sensitive subjects. My mind is brimming with excitement! To announce that after a longer than necessary writing hiatus, I am back at it. It has to do with a small snippet I posted last week.

Take a walk inside my mind. Published August 10, 2015. She looked up at the other girls,. Something she could never be,. Something she hoped to be,. They lied, though,. A little plain faced,. Strong on the outside,. Published August 3, 2015. Nights were your make up.

An adventure in courage, survival and the pursuit of dreams. Beautifully written and very honest. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

Cruising towards the rocky shore. Happy Independence Day, India. And while I love the feminist part,. About the colonial part,. Or more accurately, how others. Feel about my ways being. By people who are stringent. Of course, I do;.

Past is a place every soul visits at a particular time. I was nominated by Shubhit for the Brotherhood of the World Bloggers Award. Thank you so very much for nominating me for this award, Shubhit. He is an amazing writer.

You have feet in your shoes. And you know what you know. And you may not find any.

Post is sublimely cool, thank you. Benjamin Barton, Who Wanted To Fly.

A boy and a girl who have been friends for a long. But there is a temptation to change ourselves. We begin to introspect and rekindle a conflict between two distinct voices in our head.

I love the way he looks at me, the way he adores and cherishes me. The way he makes me feel conscious, and the way he undones me. I love the way he talks so passionately about everything he believes in, the way his lips move faster than his hands making the gestures, and the way he is always open to debates and counters on anything that I do not agree upon. I love the way how our minds and mouth think and speak the exact same thing each time a confusion is at hand. The way he makes me proud e.