There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. Laurell K. Hamilton
There’s one thing about organizing things – ‘It is messed-up’. If you understand that statement, we can be friends. No! Really!
There’s ample of blogs, vlogs, videos and articles out there about rape. Everyone is trying to create some awareness, but trust me it is all going in vain.
Maya woke up and felt sick. She started sneezing and decided to call in sick. She couldn’t think of sitting at work with her totally unglamorous running nose and blood-red eyes.
This one’s an extract from a post written by me in 2015.
A quick life update about my completely irrelevant life: I have moved to Pune around 4 months ago and fell sick twice. Additionally, it is time you guys congratulate me for my promotion as an Assistant Manager. I along with my two girlfriends have decided to go to Goa, the following year and right nowContinue reading “New blog on the way!”
It’s been ages since I have written down something interesting, rather something at all.
A lot of Indians like Maya had the American dream of being a citizen of the greatest economy of the world.
There have been many instances wherein I have given direct rather than subtle hints on the fact that I may need HELP.
This one was long due, wasn’t it?
She wore her new dress.
The day of love is just a few weeks away.
Do you read my blogs? It’s time you follow me on #instagram My handle is @chaoticsoulzzz See you soon!
Maya woke Deva up and asked, “Did we?” He smiled and said,
I am the fat kid from school, who used to sit on the first bench, but not academically intelligent. I was smart, but not intelligent. I liked subjects that were considered to be ‘okay-ish’ – English! Science, Maths and History, never inspired me. I used to love writing in school. I used to write diariesContinue reading “Always the Fat Kid!”
When the lights went off, The tears fell, she sulked, she cried It’s the flashback from the past, Why did he go?
Maya was scrolling down her social media page, when she heard a message beep ring.
Loving you and knowing, you won’t, hurts Crying deep within, but a broad smile on the face, hurts Not being a part of the special day, hurts Wishing for your happiness, at the cost of my tears, hurts Looking into the wall to find you with the others, hurts More than a decade, but breakingContinue reading “It Hurts”
Love and friendship are two things that can change your life for the good or worse.
“A friend is the one with whom you share some really good memories, a best friend is the one with whom you have lived those memories.”