A community on Instagram trying to create a safe space for all. Continue reading Souls that Listen
There was no point in fighting. Continue reading Fight – Six Word Story
With a pencil, a blue gel pen and a compass in my hands, I began drawing the circles on a white sheet. I was upset that I couldn’t make the circles as per the measures given. Continue reading 6 lessons I re-learnt in a Mandala workshop
There is a painting.
Everybody is happy in it.
It is such a beautiful painting.
But that girl there,
She is crying. Continue reading The (beautiful) paintings
A couple of days ago, I recalled another incident that I was not planning to put into my story.
I want to honest with the story, then why was I planning to skip it?
My brain has killed the “most important” detail of the incident. The “WHAT?” question. Continue reading Should I write about an incident whose ‘most important’ detail my brain has killed?
There are times when we want to do nothing. But is doing nothing easy? Continue reading Doing Nothing
I have stopped writing it for a while as I am trying to work out a bit on the structure of the incidents. I don’t want to go put events in the order that they happened. I want it to be more how you start with one thing and then you get into another thing and then you dive deeper and deeper. It should look like how a mind works. Continue reading I should write more because my brain buries more memories than I think
i learned what is
love, when i understood the
meaning of self love Continue reading Let it be
Isn’t it too easy for us to keep our story aside because it’s not urgent? Or because we are not getting paid to write it? Or because we are waiting for the right time to start writing it? Continue reading Why is it so difficult to write your story?
For years, I have tried to fit in – fit into the popular trends and culture. Continue reading Being myself: A journey of self-acceptance
“Sushant Singh Rajput,” a message from my colleague read.
I sent question marks in reply.
“Suicide.” Continue reading Destigmatising conversations around suicide and mental health: I’m a human before I’m a journalist
While school is a second home where we grow up in a protected environment, college is considered to be a place where we get the first taste of freedom. Just like all my classmates, the simple child in me was excited to leave school life behind and join college. Continue reading Not fair, but lovely: I am my version of beautiful
The first time I weaved words
It turned out to be a poem
It was by chance
That I found I could express
My emotions on paper Continue reading Why do I write?
“What gives you genuine happiness?” Continue reading My happiness is more important than your expectations
“I am beautiful. I am amazing. I love myself.” Continue reading I love myself… Our Garden of Gratitude #17
I found a safe space, where I could be me, in a friend. He did not judge me. All he did was listen to me. He always assured me that all will be right one day. He didn’t have to say it aloud. All he did was to make me feel it. But it did not happen that day. Continue reading When I stopped worrying and started taking control of my problems
I’m the serenity of the moonlight
I’m the twinkle of the stars
I’m the rain in the cloud
I’m the smell of the sondhi mitti Continue reading I am the soul
of the night sky
and swallowed her Continue reading The night sky
My fourth pick is Kal Ho Na Ho’s title track. Continue reading Music Month May #4 Kal Ho Na Ho
Seed of the week: What makes you smile? Continue reading Happy is beautiful… Our Garden of Gratitude #14