Reading is my life. Books are what define me, at this point. I've been reading hardcore since I was in 6th grade, which was 10 years back! I've read so many books, and I've learnt so much from them. I'm known as the reader amongst my friends. Sure, there are a few others who read… Continue reading Things I Could Do Instead of Reading
Happy Sunday y'all! It's been a hot minute since I did a Sunday Post. It's one of my favourite kind of posts to do because 1) it's easy to write about my life and 2) it's almost like free writing. My words just flow most of the time. The Sunday Post is a weekly blogging… Continue reading The Sunday Post // books and so much Netflix
Title: Eleanor Oliphant is Completely FineAuthor: Gail HoneymanGenre: Contemporary FictionCategory: Young AdultSeries info: Standalone Goodreads I found this on Instagram, like I seem to find every other other book nowadays. And like usual, Instagram didn't let me down. Trigger warnings: depression, suicide, PTSD, alcoholism SYNOPSIS Eleanor Oliphant's routine is set. She works all week, spends… Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine || brilliant main character
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
Hey everyone! It's been forever since I've done a life update post, especially since I started doing "The Sunday Post" where I just talked about the past week's events. Warning: this post will probably be highly unstructured and is simply like a sit down talk. I'm really in the mood for something casual right now, and don't feel like drafting it and revising it etc., so yeah.
This isn't a regular post. I'm just sharing my favourite poem.
So I found this poem on Tumblr back in high school and I fell in love with it. I even by-hearted it. But once college started, I didn't even think about it. Recently I remembered it and I've been trying to remember it but I could only recall bits and pieces. Some words here and there and the vibe I felt.
I don't do this often.
I don't open up the page to write a blog post with absolutely no planning. This "let your hands and heart take your words where they want to go" thing? I haven't done it for... probably several months now. I can't remember the last time I didn't know exactly what I wanted to blog about, or what blog posts I had to write, when I open a new draft.
And I've missed this. My title space is[...]
Hey everyone! One of my friends, Shobhit Kushwaha, writes poetry and I thought why not feature one of his works over here! It's originally in Hindi, but we've tried to translate it as best as we can. Enjoy! तेरे लबों में एक अधूरी प्यास बाकी है.. (There is an incomplete thirst in your lips) तुझसे… Continue reading तेरे लबों में एक अधूरी प्यास बाकी है
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