A few days back, I had given my diary (in which I used to write poems) to someone very close. And he asked me, since when did… Read more “You’ll grow out of your cacoon”
Inked by love
Cry as much as you want today, Today, I wouldn’t stop you. Let all your emotions flow And make space for the new elixir Of bliss, life,… Read more “Inked by love”
Painted Hands
they say that the most broken people create the best art i guess its true because when wreteched souls with bruised hands try to paint pretty words… Read more “Painted Hands”
Dearest brother
Dear little brother, Seeing and reading all these posts on Rakshabandhan (those of you who donot know what Rakhsha-bandhan is, it is an Indian festival where sisters… Read more “Dearest brother”
Body positivity
why are women always compared to one another? why do we all of us have to be a certain size, certain colour to feel beautiful? its not… Read more “Body positivity”
To the girl he will love
I know I’m the last person you want advice from But hear me out, I know him better than anyone else. I know the boy you’ll soon… Read more “To the girl he will love”
This is not what Rosa Parks fought for.
fair and lovely, lovely and fair a magical elixir selling itself as a boon to hardfaced queens of misfortune killing the dark skin nurturing a whole new… Read more “This is not what Rosa Parks fought for.”
