And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.
Thank you holy mountains. You never dissapoint me. I love you.
It was like someone from the future time travelled and came knocking on our door just to tell us, “hey! everything will be okay.”
Yesterday at the lecture, I and my batchmates were asked an ample lot of these questions by sir and damn! the silence and the vagueness of the answers he received. We all were lost. That little interaction taught me why it is necessary to ask these questions to ourselves every day – it gives us directions.
While I was sitting there and waiting for my chai to arrive… there was this one particular human I could not help but notice.
Dear fellow potato, I hope you are feeling home sick. I hope you are missing me. I hope you are trying to picture me in front of you with blue balloons in one hand and a birthday card which actually reads “you smell like shit” in the other hand. I hope you know that I’m…
The only customer who stays here is you, dear customer.
My journal is my life. Every page of the journal I fill with color or ink describes me, my life, my messed up head. Every pattern or every sketch drawn in that journal portray my experiences throughout. It is that one thing apart from a novel that I carry with me always, with a black…
I am different and not like the usual girls who are just superb with makeup and other usual girly girons.
Long, skinny losthead wakes up, rubs his eyes, freshens up, wears his beanie, puts on his frames, picks up his alpha and now he is ready to roll the city. Verbally silent, while his head is working its way through… creating extraordinary out of the ordinary with the help of his Alpha. “I am not…