Celebrate the idea that you don’t fit in. Find your own fit. Stay unique. Betsey Johnson I have always found that I don’t fit in. With time, I realised that my uniqueness made me ‘me’. I embraced it. Did you? Continue reading Thoughtful Thursday #9
You were right,
I was not the flower,
I was the plant.
No, I AM the plant. Continue reading Who is she? (IV)
“No!”
You exclaimed as I said that
I was a corpse.
Yes! Yes, I am.
I have told you everything
You can’t deny the truth. Continue reading Who is she? (III)
I was a budding flower.
Yes, you heard me right.
I was.
I’ll tell you
What I mean. Continue reading Who is she? (II)
Who you see is not me.
I told you a thousand times.
“Who are you then?”
You always asked. Continue reading Who is she? (I)
Whatever is coming is better than what is gone. ~Unknown Continue reading Thoughtful Thursday #6
Remind yourself that you don’t have to do what everyone else is doing. ~Unknown Continue reading Thoughtful Thursday #5
If someone asks, “How are you?”, what do you reply? I usually say I’m good, I’m fine, doing great or something similar. Sometimes I may exaggerate my answer by saying mast, bindaas, jhakaas (great, carefree, cool) together.
Few days back, someone asked me, “How are you feeling?” and not “How are you?” Continue reading How are you?
Sitting under
The starlit sky
I wondered
What life would have been Continue reading I wondered
“No!”
You exclaimed as I said that
I was a corpse.
Yes! Yes, I am.
I have told you everything
You can’t deny the truth. Continue reading Who is she? (III)
I was a budding flower.
Yes, you heard me right.
I was.
I’ll tell you
What I mean. Continue reading Who is she? (II)
Who you see is not me.
I told you a thousand times.
“Who are you then?”
You always asked. Continue reading Who is she? (I)
She was the cheerful laughter
and the never ending gossip
She was the blossoming flowers
and the twinkling stars Continue reading His Addiction
A dark night it was
Silence screamed
Far away from sleep
She lay in her bed thinking Continue reading A Night Without Dreams
He studied the girl
Hiding behind her spectacles
When she seemed lost
In her thoughts Continue reading Behind the Spectacles
She saw them
When she looked
In the mirror
She was taken aback Continue reading The Mirror
I give a lot of thought before giving titles to all my writings. All my titles have a story behind them. Let me share the story of my blog’s title- Randomness Inked- Scribbling the Unspoken. Continue reading Why Randomness Inked?
With only a week left for the new year, I thought of wrapping up 2017 by listing some popular pieces which are my favourites too (in no particular order). Continue reading Reading Wrap-Up 2017
He asked her again.
Each time she lied.
She wanted to talk. Continue reading Wait
He says that school teachers beat when students ask questions. Because of the beating in school, students are scared to ask their doubts. Continue reading Mulakaat 15: We Teach
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