Grief.

There are two types of writers when something devastating occurs. Those who write and write and write. That ‘devastating occurrence’ makes them want to write and write and write. They manage to create a delicate, beautiful, vulnerable piece of work from their sorrow. The second type consists of writers who break. Their minds go blank... Continue Reading →

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"Are you okay?" "No.Not really. I feel the hatred I have for myself in my bones and my entire body aches in pain. My hands shake and my eyes burn. How can I be okay?" "But.... You seem rather happy everyday" "Maybe that's because it's easier to pretend." "How do you live like that?" ".... Continue Reading →

The chasm in time

Dark brown hair with matching colored eyes, they looked rather dead to me. Every part of me and every cell inside of me seemed dead to me. I didn't know what day it was or what year it was. All I could comprehend was that little girl standing opposite me. That girl had messy hair-so... Continue Reading →

My dark brown eyes

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 could... Continue Reading →

Confessions like such.

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... Continue Reading →

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. I... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

A letter to my future self.

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 beside 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... Continue Reading →

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