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.
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!”
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?
Do you read my blogs? It’s time you follow me on #instagram My handle is @chaoticsoulzzz See you soon!
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!”
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”
Last couple of months have been so challenging.
This is me breaking from the A to Z just to update this quick thing.
Honestly, it is a fearful feeling to begin the AtoZ Challenge, again this year. I am not only scared but terrified. Primarily because I haven’t started the preparation. There’s no time table, there’s no time and I have chosen a topic that will screw my ‘Right side of the brain’, the creative side.
I am not at all an adventurous soul.
This is a rant.
A mother and daughter relationship is indeed a very special one. As a kid, my mother loved dressing me up and clicking my pictures.
Shirdi, the shrine of Sai Baba has always been closest to me. As a kid my dad used to take us to shirdi, once, every month. I always believed that Shirdi is my second home.
What do I do, that is so stressful, you might wonder?
We all strive to be a better version of ourselves. Let that be personally or professionally. We all want the world to appreciate us for who we are and what we have achieved in our life. Many will say that they don’t need any approval from others in order to feel better for themselves. Agreed,Continue reading “5 ways to become a Better Person”
I am very proud of my heritage. This post is a personal confession of a Bengali girl (that’s me) who is not from West Bengal. It shouldn’t and will not relate to every other person.