It started out as an infatuation, as it always does. There were reasons right in front of my eyes to let this infatuation go. I knew in my head that this might turn out to be a disaster all over again. But I plunged. And I dived right into the depth of it all. I… Continue reading Love.
It's a curious feeling - to be alone! I have a fluctuating relationship with my solitude. I love it, I hate it. I'm desperate for company, and when I have it - I'm desperate for some alone time. While staying alone and being completely content with it might just be the most amazing feeling, humans… Continue reading Alone.
I have a picture of my childhood where my mom is cleaning a fish in our backyard and I'm sitting beside her, playing with the bloodied water. I was barely over a year old. Now I'm 27 and I have lost 90% of my thrill, my wonder and my charm! Looking back, the journey from… Continue reading Growing up
I would stop to look at the house often and every day it would look different. As if it had a new emotion. It had also become a part of my routine... waiting in front of the house to get a glimpse of her. Missya.
She roared in fury, her eyes full of a mesmerising energy--hate perhaps--but even so, it was enchanting. 'I am the Goddess of Fire,' she said. 'I am born out of embers. I can engulf the world in my flames, I can cover the planet in a sheet of pain. I am power, I am hunger.… Continue reading The Goddess of Fire
When I swim, everything goes underwater - me, my troubles, my frustrations, my moods. Dunked in glorious waters, all I'm aware of is my existence. I can feel the depth of my lungs, the reach of my eyesight, the strength of my limbs. When I swim, my over-analysis and my expectations die. I'm just me… Continue reading Why I swim.