A Misnomer for a Blog Written by an Aspiring Writer. Not a single drop of ink leaves my pen.

The few hours at the beach were refreshing. All of us were quiet most of the time. Apart from the munching sounds of the samosas we were snacking on, we could just hear the waves and the distant sound of kids playing somewhere around the area. We left when the sun bid us goodbye for the day and the sky changed its colours, preparing to accommodate the moon.

Unrolling the mat in my mind. Today i promise to remember grace, following the beat of my heart. Let it be slow and kind to each rising moment. As i readily swallow what life has for me to drink. I crumble some days remembering me. Forgetting i learned the hardest lessons without my parents guide. I forget to puff out my chest and forward the notes from my past into the right here and now. Surely its good to take stock of the messy mistakes i made along the way. These feathers have weathered some storms.