Tag: songs
What’s worse: Job Interview or Rishta Interview?
I don’t know how many can relate to this. But here’s hoping some can. As someone who had to go through both I can say neither is what I would want to look forward to. Every time a rishta has come for me, my family has always hidden it for me. And I think that… Read More What’s worse: Job Interview or Rishta Interview?
My head will explode
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
The benefits of being unemployed
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
Love letters to the woman he loved – Vol I
His M, He thought he was cheating on you with me. That should have stopped me. That should have been a good reason for me to let go of my hand in his. But he kept holding it. And I never had the courage in me to unwrap his fingers around mine. He said those… Read More Love letters to the woman he loved – Vol I
Speak.
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.
Your Face
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
I hope it doesn’t remind you of me
The other day I was watching the television and this scene came up. It triggered a memory I had of you. Of us. When we used to walk together. You did the exact same thing with me, it was a tiny gesture. You hated PDA as much as I did. And we were walking on… Read More I hope it doesn’t remind you of me