I am not what you expect me to be. Not a genius nor a moron. Not an achiever nor would be willing to follow the crowd blindly. You would be terribly fooled if you expect me to be "spiritual" if you confuse the term with being perfect. Even you would be disappointed if you expect … Continue reading Nobody Special
who came into my life, though sometimes momentarily, and showed me that I am worthy of love and not separate from the same life force he/she feels connected to.. who with a warmth of a touch made me feel my own presence.... who, with their radiant eyes that could see through the pain and trauma's … Continue reading An open letter to the ones..
Many a time I wonder why I dislike people easily as I always 'try' to love people. Upon introspection, I find out that there are lots of things happening behind the picture. We are creatures of emotions I believe. There should be an equilibrium or free flow of emotions between us and our relationships. When … Continue reading To all those I secretly dislike
To be vulnerable means to be willing to have the courage, to love yourself and help yourself, by letting your being and your state of mind, be seen by others. That way, you are not ashamed of caring for yourself and letting others to do the same for you. It is the beginning of the … Continue reading The Dance of Vulnerability
“If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” ― Maya Angelou From the very beginning of our lives, I believe, we have been constantly taught to be in conformity with the so-called normality. One is expected to behave in a normal way, think normal thoughts, have … Continue reading Absurdity of ‘Normal’
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it … Continue reading A Kaleidoscope of confusions
I am not ashamed to say that, this piece of writing is coming from a center of insecurity and anxiety in me. A cry to reach out to the world, and longing for inclusiveness. I am happy about the all the imperfections, with which I write here. The unknown and wounded parts in me, are … Continue reading A cry for love