With all due respect, I’d very much like you gone. It’s not just a reflection of what I did through the semester, it’s more what I didn’t and could’ve and don’t get me wrong, I love introspection. Introspection isn’t just my favourite way of ending up in a thought spiral (after which I forget … Continue reading Die, Exams
You've definitely felt this too.
I see you Barely hiding Just beneath the surface But I see you Are you The same snuffed out spirits Like I see in the mirror Unable to meet the eyes. What if you see me Like I see everything else Unidimensional, singularly indifferent And I see you And want to really know … Continue reading You-
xeno n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Palm of the Hand Stories are a joy to read and ponder upon. PotH is pretty fantastic to write too. It's like seeing a snapshot of a life- it's meaningful, it's momentary, however, deeply intricate to the ones that experience it. Just read Yasunari Kawabata after this post, would you?
(Almost fiction, inspired by the truly unique CP. 🙂 )
Writing, I personally think, is for the haughty. Those who believe in their values, that their opinions are justifiable, that they can withstand criticism, who claim responsibility and ownership, even demand credit over the fruits of their mind. People with statements to defend, with battles to win against a better equipped enemy, and words to … Continue reading On Writing
Let’s have a little heart to heart, because that’s all I know. I’m not the best person to ask for directions nor ask for advice on you OOTD, granted, but I can see what you miss while you’re busy scrolling through the endlessness of Instagram, scratching your head over whether your party favours look … Continue reading Vision
I love humans. I love humans for how 'important' we are For how important we perceive our lives to be- How many lies we tell To appease our valid, deep rooted doubts Those which make us question life as we know it But we don’t For we have more on our minds Or just really … Continue reading Us