More often than not, we find ourselves dumb. Dumb enough to not speak out what we intend to. And why is that so? It’s simple. It’s a choice we make and many at times, it turns out to be wrong.
When we choose to bury our feelings, Click here to continue reading
The people who know me well, tag me as “To be handled with care” type of specimen, because the smallest of things matter a hell lot to me. I do give a damn about each and every little thing though I might put off a few BIG things (only sometimes). This is a tad little about me. And here I go on with why LITTLE THINGS after all, DO MATTER.
Memories.They stir the strongest of feelings. While some memories could be happiest ones, others might be the most depressing and regretful types. I am just awe with the fact that our brain could actually remember so many things. And that too, the smallest things of all. Continue Reading. Click here.
My mom often keeps telling me that life is a giant-wheel. The ones at the top will go down and the ones at the bottom are destined to go up. There is no way that you can escape from this giant-wheel principle in your life. Click to read mooooore
Everybody has a best friend. For some, there’s at least this one constant friend who they entirely grow up with. And for others, they have “best friends” at each and every stage of their life. And I fall in the latter category. I have had different “besties” at different points. Being in the last year of my teens, I really think this is the right time to write something for them. This also includes my current best friends because peeps, I am writing in advance. Here I go.. Click to continue reading
Same blood but a different (or rather opposite) category. Yessss, that’s about our siblings. Without them, we all are incomplete. If you are an elder one, ask your parents about the time when you were excited for a baby brother or sister to play with. But bam, you realise Click to continue reading
Being a girl of 5’8″, I have my own woes. And I assure that every tall girl would relate to it.
First and most important, I don’t get a proper pant. When the ankle length jeans was a trend, only I know of how badly I wanted it. I tried some 10 shops, and everybody else’s ankle length jean, was of a three – fourth size jean for me. Not to forget the leggings (or gatherings or watever it is), for everyone the end part gets accumulated layer wise, for me its just a two or three fold.
Not only pants, here comes the Click to continue reading
