Is there A magic In the words themselves Or the way I string them Together; pearls of syllables Sitting together Firmly underlining That this is no different That I am no poet- But I can break Thoughts into fragments Actions into speech And words into special bonds Of unpredictable vocabulary That understandably Discard true meaning … Continue reading Real Poetry
A little writing exercise on a fictitious phobia- mine's a toss up between 10+ missed calls and falling to my death. I write about one.
on being able to access your feelings (in an Elif Shafak-esque prose style)
Finding new ways to entertain yourself is one of the hardest challenges- there's a fine line between doing things out of habit and enjoying them without habit. I'd fallen into a pattern of doing neither, so instead of fixing the hot mess that was my life last Sunday (and still is), I decided to go … Continue reading Peacocks 2.0
My two cents on a phenomenon called Hannah Gadsby and Nanette
Don't bring this to my dad's notice, please.
The long journey from plate to acceptance
I have never felt as much urgent boredom as I did today. It wasn’t that I had finished a stubbornly mediocre semester with not a bang but a whimper, it was only that I was a little caught up in making my own versions of what I didn’t want to do. Today was supposed to … Continue reading The Need for Story
Correct me if I’m wrong but most people like hugs. They might not be comfortable with being hugged at any time and by all kinds of people, but their aversion is not to the actual hug but to the breach of their personal space. I want to be like a hug. Not the uncomfortable … Continue reading Data Points!