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
I met a beautiful boy once, in my dreams. He had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes as if there was an entire ocean hidden inside them. He gave me the most lifeless look. He asked in a whisper, “Who are you? Your name is Rashmita, but who are you?” And all I … More My dark brown eyes
I see you. Your smile. Your Kindness. Your intelligence. So close, yet so far- yet you make my hair jump and make my heart skip a beat. Cliché, I know. I’m afraid. You’re there, I’m here. I’m no match. I’m-I’m just a girl. I often sit and think- What if? What if you think I’m … More Confessions like such.
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
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.
I am not diagnosed with depression, however, according to various sources, the depression symptoms include; not going out often, withdrawing from friends and family, constantly being unhappy or irritated, constantly thinking negative thoughts, then I do have a slight idea about what depression feels like because even if someone is not diagnosed with depression … More Catharsis (on depression)
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.
‘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
Did you find an objective? I bet you accomplished all that i ever wanted you to. How many countries have you visited? Are you sitting besides a man that makes you happy? I’ll do what i can right now to make sure you have a good life. We can’t screw this up. I won’t screw … More A letter to my future self.