Note: This is another rambly post. How do you start something? Be it a project, a semester, a blog post, or even a conversation with someone new. How do you start it? More specifically, how do you feel before, during, and right after "the beginning"?
Oh my goodness, y'all. I am feeling so nostalgic right now. It's been a slow day, so far. I mentioned in my last post that I have a sudden vacation upon me without plans. I've been trying to keep myself mildly busy, though. I've been reading, reviewing and working on Instagram. I tried making elaborate… Continue reading Being nostalgic
It has been SO LONG since I've written, or published a post with my writing. The thing, I'm spending a lot of time for college and have simply not found the time to write. But recently, I jotted a few small things, and I thought I'd share them with you today! They're not very… Continue reading Writing under 25 words
It's been a year and 12 days. I didn't even notice, until I saw a message from you today morning saying you miss me. It's been over a year now. I didn't realise. But then, you don't value for me anymore. I remember, how we came together, like a wave softly crashing onto the shore.… Continue reading I don’t
I sucked at writing before, my love, and I still don't write well But now, I've got words inside me so many so many words waiting to be poured out like a waterfall, to be let out from behind an invisible barrier acting as a dam to be said. We were a crescendo, building… Continue reading All I have left are words as compensation
there is this quietness that seeps into me through cracks and edges i have not yet managed to close off and seal the old me the quiet me the depressed me the alone me the old me who hardly smiled some times when in the throes of that quietness sitting uncomfortably with the… Continue reading the old me
Oh, darling, do you even have the slightest idea what goes through me every time I see you now? I become elated for a fraction of a second before remembering that you are not mine anymore. I shouldn't be looking for your face in a crowd; I shouldn't look twice at someone else just because… Continue reading Pinpricks
there are some days like today when i just feel numb there is an ache of hurt inside me which i become used to too soon and its as if im nothing but a body and a mind not caring about opinions or what people think of me anymore i cut myself out and… Continue reading some days
1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. One word to question my life Why Two words, everyday, running in my mind No more I had three words to say when we met Leave me alone Four words when you wanted to be my friend I don't see why 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. Some five words when I… Continue reading Counting beats
I know! I'm super-duper late but I kinda fell into a writing slump. Since it's been so long, I fear you might have forgotten the story or new readers might not have even read it. If you don't want to go back and reread part one, two and three, I have read it aloud and… Continue reading Promises (Part 4)
I perch on the railing of a balcony and look at the human standing a few feet away from me silently. She was so silent and still that I did not take her as a threat as I flew and rested my tiny legs here. Her face is still upturned, looking above into the night… Continue reading Getting to know her
All around me I see smiles, laughs and happiness. On me others see smiles, laughs and happiness. Isn't this a queer game we play, pretending to be happy. I say pretending because there is no way all of us are this happy. We are practically strangers, mildly friends. We hang out in the same circles… Continue reading Strangers and friends.
Drowning in my sorrow is like the saying "drop by drop makes an ocean". The water drips into my heart for years and years until my whole being is filled with the salt water that is tainted by the outside world and makes my body only a vessel to hold all of that leaving no… Continue reading This ocean
I try to be the perfect daughter. I try to be the perfect friend. I strive to be on top. I try Not to be a disappointment. I plaster a smile everyday Try to be calm and composed. I keep my voice down Trying to be the perfect girl. I learn all traditions and rules Even… Continue reading No, thank you.
This short story was originally written by me for a guest post on emilyreadseverything.com. The only beautiful thing in Harktok was the willow tree. None of us knew how it managed to survive and grow when every other sign of greenery perished. In a small circumference around the base of its trunk, hardly two feet, grass grows.… Continue reading The Willow Tree