The smell of your hair and the darkness of the night. It's daylight and I've to wake up to re-realize that you're gone. I go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee first, to wet my throat before I choke myself from crying for you like I did a month ago. I sit … Continue reading I’m afraid, I won’t make through them each time.
On sulking days I want my heart to pour out feelings so I could put them into words but i find nothing, not even what usually comes to me, and I'm drawn to write about the day itself, like right now. It's a weekend. Not a perfect one. My “perfect Sunday” is which in a … Continue reading A Sunday at my house.
Asifa A name reverberating in the whole nation after the 8 year old was gang raped in a temple. Along with her she took the glimmer of hope that situations in India will ever change and that girls in India will breathe in safety again. And it's better not said because we all know the … Continue reading Asifa- and the lost glimmer of her eyes
For all of us who have fears. Life is a free fall from the sky with ticking time bringing you closer to the security you have, the security you want while you are constantly achieving stability each day. And only you know how amazing your fall was and you wish to go back but you … Continue reading Free fall
I want someone to feel the wind as I do and listen to the music I love. Someone who will understand the language my eyes speak. Someone who loves me for every step I take and every twirl I make and does it forever. I must be naive to expect all this from someone. So, … Continue reading Women