“… Of course, this wasn’t always the case. There was a time when my bond with words was quite the opposite. New to the world of reading, the myriad of new words intimidated me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t differentiate between “sardonic” and “sarcastic”. …”

… But, after a certain point, it gets to my head, when I try to distract myself by putting my phone away. I then think of the little shell I’ve around myself, made with the blanket of privilege and gratitude that I’m healthy, safe and secure with a roof above me head.
I’m so cozy that I want to complain. …

“… Ah, could this day get any better? The best offer from the best hospital in town, free drinks like there’s no tomorrow, and a surreal experience in a limo – got me all nostalgic about my high school prom. …”

I was recently given a prompt (in the form of an image) to write upon. Considering all that is going on around me, and the dire necessity to acknowledge mental health, I decided to put the same across in the form of a short story. Hope y’all like it. Happy reading! 26 June 2008, Thursday […]

“… The kindness lies deep within you, it’s never lost. Just sealed away in a cloud of doubt. …”

“… Missed my alarm. Rushed through my morning routine. Cursed my car for breaking down (silver lining being that it happened in my parking, and didn’t strand me) and then the cab driver for cancelling my ride at the last moment. …”

“.. If it were me, I’d have spared the ruthlessness,
I’d have thought myriads before heeding so. 
But alas, it wasn’t me, and can never be me,
For, I was never once given a chance to live. ..”

“… ’m glad you know how it feels to readily, without having your guard up, trust somebody, to love somebody. But please know, I don’t want things to be this way. It’s nothing you’ve done, but it’s hard for me to believe. for it all seems too good to be true. Call me a misanthrope, and I couldn’t care any less. …”

She is a woman. A woman who wouldn’t break, No matter how hard you try. She is a woman. Someone who cries over simple gestures, Yet, braves through hurricanes with a smile. She is a woman. One who knows how it is, To be a fish in an ocean of whales. She is a woman. […]

Seeing the world ’round me, I was forced to question humanity. Why do we fight amongst ourselves, When we can accept everyone and live happily? Why do we wound each other with daggers, That miss our heart, but puncture our lungs. Causing us to breathe painfully, With more than a pinch of scorn and agony’s […]