Life is a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of light and dark. It is in the cracks and broken pieces that we see the strength and resilience of the human spirit. It is people who bring meaning to this beautiful chaos. They are the glue that holds us together, the support that lifts us up,… Continue reading Taking Stock
We all get to a point where our feet beg us to stop running, our hearts pound loudly against our chest, stretched from exhaustion. What happens then? Do you push your flayed arms and buckled knees, willing them to keep going despite how they bleed? Wouldn’t life be better if we just learned to rest?… Continue reading Back Bone
I was never the fun kid growing up. I always had my head buried in a book, caught up in a different world. This was probably why my friendship circle was unusually small for a child. It was a miracle, but I had a childhood best friend- Mmesomachi. Our friendship was very peculiar, more of… Continue reading About Mmesoma
Like flowers in a garden Love comes in many colours It’s in your best friend’s hug And the private jokes with your sister It’s in the loud laughs with your brother And the long prayers from your mother It’s in the starry-eyed stares from your lover And the quiet moments with Abba Love may… Continue reading GARDEN
The year is over but life continues. This is what I've learnt... On Life: Forgiveness is a necessary journey for every human being and vulnerability is the very ointment that balms our wounds. Be good to people. It doesn't matter if they deserve it or not. Everyone needs a bit of goodness in their life. … Continue reading Now The Year Is Over…
Dear You, Do what you love. Be in touch with the things that set your heart on fire and cause your soul to smile. Keep your arms wrapped tightly around them. Let your days be filled with you pouring out all of yourself, living wholly, without fear or limits. Tell your parents that you miss… Continue reading The Art of Today
I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him so, I would… Continue reading The First Tale
Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE
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