What do you see? Are those honeysuckles wrapped around your body – or are those bloodstained hands? What do you see? Do you see every hair on your body – or are you tainted, altered beyond the point of recognition? Are you afraid? Afraid of that – yourself? How sharp your edges have... Continue Reading →


"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 →


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?... 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 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... 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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