New on my Instagram blog:- "It is easier to lose track of honesty. Standing in the middle of a noisy room, screams echoing, lies lingering above the heads of lousy strangers; eyes meet, but for whatever brief moment they do, they only find excuses to break away. Such rooms are no less than mazes. They …
Dark Side of the Moon
When I walk, I walk alone; The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,and from what I knowmy tears, sometimes, water them; I doubt if they are fond of me,if they appreciate my presence,or, if they can’t stand me, can they? Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?Do …
Shadows
What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …
Don’t tear the wall down!
You keep a brick at its place, and you stare at it. You stare at it long enough for it to lose its identity for you, for it to simply become a mass of nothing, kept on nothing, for nothing; In that moment, you almost want to smash the whole wall down; the wall that took you …
We are back home!
I started my blogging journey with the name 'From The Quill'. The name was really close to my heart. It took me months to come up with this, and honestly, I couldn't have wished for a better name for my website. In June 2019, I decided to move to the next level and buy a …
The One about Rains and Hearts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb3BwdBdUdY&feature=youtu.be I spilled colors on a rather blank canvas. They dripped off the edges, down in a puddle of water, giving colors to a rather blank sky… An illusion some people so need. Rains mark my favorite time of the year. Those few minutes of Earthen fragrances sent afloat by the happy soils… The beauty …
To the one who is afraid to heal…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KONq0zK0ZPg&t=1s You know, our ego does this strange thing. It tries to build an identity around our traumas. It wears scars as badges of honor and flaunts them in front of carefree smiles. We define our worth from the tears we shed each day. Pain validates us, we go around collecting it just like a …
Old and Enchanted…
I love walking down the woody trails of old and enchanted forests. The sound of twigs cracking under your feet, leaves rustling to the dance of lost winds, thick fragrances of mosses hanging in the air, a river flowing afar, and the way everything falls into symphony- a symphony to drown into- a symphony to …
Every Other Night…
Every other night, she sits on a forgotten field, under a lost sky- as full of stars as it shall be. With an old brook, far away, flowing through the creek and crevice with some mountains, standing still in the stillness of the night- she feels small, as small as she must. What good shall …
Do I have a podcast now!? Announcement and Updates!
Goodness! Hasn’t it been so long since we last had a heart-to-heart conversation? Literal months! I want you to stop reading this post right now, head to the comments section and tell me how your day was/ has been so far! Come on… Let’s chat! Now, since you have commented (I am assuming) and you …
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