Look closely, Look at her at every curve, every bump, every single strand of her hair. Doesn’t she look stunning? The way her back forms an arch, like a bow. Her thin legs, her long fingers, and her golden-silky hair. Isn’t she stunning? Yes. Why? Is it her golden-silky hair? Is it her long fingers? … More Look


  Happiness. The warmth, softness, sweetness. Everything nice. We all want it. Happiness We waste every second of our lives looking for it. Chasing it. Trying to get a hold of it in the palm of our hands. To taste it, feel it. But…Maybe…Maybe we are doing it wrong. Why don’t we stop searching for … More Happiness


A voice to all the rape victims out there. Y’all are true heroes of strength.  She lay motionless in the dark She wanted to cry, She wanted to scream, She wanted it to end. A month had passed But it still lingered, The horrible sensation of his rough fingers against her soft skin, It felt … More RIPPED

Shatter the facade.

I am an Indian. I’m dark-skinned and I love my skin colour. But in the past, I used to hate it. The society, who ironically are dark-skinned too made me believe I’m impure, I’m disgusting, I’m ugly and in order to be pretty, I need to be fair and pale and because of this I … More Shatter the facade.

A letter to him.

Where is he now? Is he happy? Is he smiling? Is he thinking about me? Does he miss me?   I miss you. I still feel like you’ll come and apologize and tell me how sorry you are. I have blamed myself for your death, you know that right? I feel guilty, I feel responsible. … More A letter to him.

Take me back

‘What are you thinking about?’ The past. ‘Why? Let it go- its toxic.’ Why would someone call the past toxic? For now…It’s my medicine. It’s what keeps me going and if I had a choice; I would go back to that past. Not to change anything but to re-live it. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Being … More Take me back