Home is where the heart aches

Where is home? What is home? Is it a place with a roof and amenities that we live in? Is it the people and energy we’re around? Is it a certain cafe, or a road or a person to you? To me, home is where I am. Home is where I can be vulnerable, where

Mood: Wanna move to another city and start a new life 👀

Maybe we’re supposed to wander to our heart’s extent, make several homes in different places and hold them close to our souls. Maybe we’re meant to enjoy the place for what it is and not get truly attached to it. Maybe, just maybe, we’re supposed to feel what we feel and then let it go. ​

Of moments and maybes…

What if the connection I felt with that person was for that moment only and came to teach me something? What if it made me a better person? What if it stirred something so deep in me that it is taking time to build inside me and slowly and steadily making me into the best version of myself?

What it feels like to be in the middle of a Spiritual Awakening

A spiritual awakening isn’t finding light at the end of the tunnel. It is realising there is no tunnel.

Happily never after

We all have an imaginary life stuck in our heads. It is exactly how we wish for our future to be. Some may be happily married, with kids and a simple lifestyle while some have successfully conquered the corporate ladder and have a luxurious lifestyle. Both choices are equally satisfying. But who knows what we

Memories – A path to what is meant to be ✨

I found an old letter today, handwritten, given to me by one of my closest friends during school time. In it, she has poured her heart out and penned down all the things that occupied her mind, related to our (then) rocky friendship. And she has been completely transparent about it, I must say. She

Poetry #4 ~ It’s not you it’s me, I deserve better.

I felt like a fallen flower Beautiful yet destroyed The whole field looked fresh as it could be Only my body seemed to have died; I felt like the moon Shiny and bright But I still needed the sun To help with me with my light; I felt like a lost child Running around in

Life is Meaningful [Short story] Part 2/2

Gaurav was escorted into the visiting room, his hands cuffed. He sat down on the table with a thud. For a moment, Avin felt like embracing his little brother because he missed him so much but he decided to keep it casual with a handshake. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, Avin got down to

Life is Meaningful [Short Story] Part 1/2

I may often come off as tough even to the best of humans. They have been taught since a very young age that food, clothes and shelter are the only essential things in life. That is all they need. But evolution has created space for many more things as a necessity. Yes, I am talking