Hey! Maa, How are you? I miss you. I’m sorry I don’t call that often. I’m sorry I don’t ask that often. I’m sorry I was a difficult daughter. I’m sorry I didn’t see all that love. You were always my first. My first vision was of you. My first meal was with you. My… Continue reading This one is for Her.
via Daily Prompt: Perfume Her fragrance sent people into a trance. She smelled like beauty. Her perfume was grace. She was a mother. To her kids, her perfume was care. She was a wife. To her spouse, her perfume was love. She was a lady. To people, her fragrance was elegance. She reminded me of… Continue reading Her Fragrance
Distress. Vanity. Torment. Love. Useful. Joy. Different words, different meanings. But are they really that different? Isn’t there pain in love? Isn’t there a little sense of worthlessness while being useful? Isn’t there a little agony in joy? Isn’t there pain in vanity? Distress in agony? Sorrow in torment? We suffer through the good and… Continue reading Vanity
My depression was a demon and my anxiety was the villain sidekick. They go hand in hand, never one without the other and even worse together. When I looked in the mirror I couldn’t see myself anymore. It was the shadow of the demon with daunting red eyes, staring into my soul that wasn’t there… Continue reading My Demon
She looked over the city, while the gigantic Hawa Mahal stared at her. It’s was her unsettled heart versus the hustling noisy city. Yet somehow she found peace, she took her tiny sketchpad drew the busy streets, she took out all her rage on the tiny piece of paper. It could’ve been better, if she… Continue reading Aayushi.
Dear Daddy, I hope you can forgive me for all the times I’ve hurt you. I hope you can let go of all the mistakes I’ve made. I wish to be the little girl that would jump around like a maniac when you came home because she knew you got her treats. I wish to… Continue reading A Letter To My Dad.
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