As an Indian kid, I grew up watching daily soaps with my mother. Each show had the same concept, a simple girl just trying to live her life the way she wants and some other girl trying to put her down. My mother always told me "aurat hi aurat ki sabse badi dushman hai" (A… Continue reading Friend or Foe? Your choice.
OH MY GOD! It has been almost an year since my last post! Gosh I'm such a procrastinator! How time flies! It's not like I haven't written or doodled anything since then. I have posted a lot on Instagram (still not as much as I would like) but when it came to the blog, I… Continue reading I am Back!
Wrote an impromptu poem long time back while editing this picture I clicked: क्यूँ डरते हो जलने से? क्यूँ बुझने देते हो अपनी लौ 'लोग क्या कहेंगे?' की फूंक से? लोग तो कुदरत में भी कमी निकालते हैं, तो क्या सूरज ने जलना छोड़ दिया? क्या बारिश ने बरसना छोड़ दिया? क्या हवाओं ने बहना… Continue reading क्यूँ डरते हो?
I'm no expert but this is something that I've learned in Yoga and would like to share. Ego is one of the most inescapable trait. No matter how much you deny having it, you still possess it. When mine starts inflating, the sentence in the title can deflate it in a fraction of a second. There… Continue reading “Not everything is about you”
Sometimes you don't need to speak a lot, you just have to speak right. Last year I wrote a few 10 word stories as an answer on Quora and I just felt like sharing them here: All she wanted was love. All he gave was scars. “He’ll become a successful doctor!” Another artist died that day. She… Continue reading Life In Ten Words
God didn't write our fate. That power is ours, to write it, Make it good or bad. In Response to: Ronovan Writes 159th Haiku Challenge
It's not the end, Even when you feel lonely With the whole world around. 'Cause you'll still have you The only one who cares truly. It's not the end, Even when you're tired of trying. 'Cause then is the time, To learn from mistakes And recharge yourself With the new wisdom. Then is the time,… Continue reading It’s not the end