I started writing this post on the 1st August and it has been sitting in my drafts since then…. I felt a fortnight ago that my head will explode and now i swear it’s happening…. Just yesterday i advised someone that if writing helps them cope up with whatever is happening with them they… Read More My head will explode
One would think I would have lost my sanity by now. But I guess someone somewhere is praying really hard that I ATLEAST keep my sanity with me even if I seem to have lost all sense. See even that sentence doesn’t make sense. Anyway, this isn’t a click bait, I honestly have a few… Read More The benefits of being unemployed
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I hate that you ruined my favorite perfume for me I cannot enjoy the fragrance without being transported back into your car I hate that I cannot steal your books anymore There was never a book I did not enjoy that had your fingerprints on it I hate that I can never walk in the… Read More 10 Things I Hate About You
I haven’t been thinking about you ever since last year. But two days ago I saw her name. On a list of a document where I work. And I stopped in my tracks. It can’t be. Life will not be that cruel. World is not THAT small. She absolutely cannot find work at the only… Read More Speak.
You know I tried to convince myself I don’t need to write this post … three times I pressed post and then closed the window. But I guess it’s better to let the words out there than inside my already cluttered mind. I had a strange thought today. I was yet again reminded of you… Read More Your Face
my latest obsession as you can see from my previous posts in The Script. To think i am acting like a teenage yet again. I have to draft more than 1500 words because I am back to earning via writing and it is oh so difficult. SO DIFFICULT to write for something that you don’t… Read More I wanted words but all i got was nothing
Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours. If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea… Read More I can’t take the ache from heartbreak
crashing... smashing... clashing... 