In Polaroid pictures & postcard stamps engulfed in sleepless nights under dimly lit lamps when thoughts come alive in the darkest of nights masked as restlessness in the bright citylights for the lovers of words, colours , places & tales bohemia is a pattern
I read on Twitter recently – Some days are Music & Melancholy. For me that’s most days . I’ve always had this vast collection of songs . Before I got my iPhone , they have always been there on my
When was the last time you woke up to an ordinary day ? When nothing happens. At all. When the world isn’t falling apart and chaos isn’t taking over every shred of logic that you fight to give Internet one more chance.
A feud is never caused by hate. It’s caused by pain. At the heart of every fallout is a little bit of pride , a little bit of ego and a lot of ache . Ache of expectations unmet. The ones
Call me crazy but I waited till 25th December to open my Secret Santa gift. This year I was part of a Secret Santa group for the very first time and the excitement of gift giving to a virtual friend was reigning high.
You know how you love something and it grows on you and then you discover that it has a name and an entire tribe who feels exactly like you do ? That’s pretty much I’d describe the last few days .
Maggie , a brilliant writer that I follow wrote this amazing post that I wanted to print out on pamphlets and distribute at cross roads . It was about how Anger is the new narrative in content creation & it made
Either you can talk a lot about it or just be brief , Feminism as a topic needs to be tread cautiously . What do you think? Read my #MicroBlogMondays post on #Feminism .
Had the most inspiring conversation with my father who now-a-days motivates for a living. Imagine a life like that? So anyway. He asked me a simple question . What do you need to scale a mountain. I came up with
Am seeking a pattern in the chaos called life. Strange enough MicroBlogMondays is becoming a pattern for me too.