I’m sorry. I haven’t posted and won’t be posting for a while. My depression has hit hard. Sorry again. Thanks for your patience. I’ll be okay.
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Hi everyone. My exams were finallyyy over on 10th March and after sleeping away the last 4 days I decided to check up on the WordPress squad. Wow I have so many notifications and so many awards. Can’t wait to get back to the daily blog routine. I have sooo manyy post ideas and so […]
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I achieved quite a lot this year, not in the quintessential way. After getting frustrated over my friends, family, so-called loved ones, society, most of all, myself, and having kept things bottled up for too long it threatened to spill out toxic venom, I decided to start a blog to channel and vent my emotions in a positive way.
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After a year of reading only during the holidays and when the commute to school was too long and lonely, I finally came back to my first love: Reading.
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2016 was, frankly, a year of extremes for me in this respect. Like it was for many others. It had both dark times and bright moments. Like life itself.New friends were made. Fake ones destroyed. Memories made. More memories made.
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“Looking at the Taj Mahal, I wondered in whose memory God might have made this universe.“
Okay, first of all, as you all know, or if you do not, you probably do now, or in some time, the next line maybe, okay stop rambling. What I’m saying is, as you all must have noticed, I haven’t been updating my blog regularly-oh strike that, Siri- I haven’t published a new blog post in a long time. Yeah well, I’m in my senior year at high school, my last year of school yay! I’ll now go to university!(“If I pass” “Oh shut up let me exalt myself”) typical teenage refrain of finally having more freedom now that I’m out of school. And now, though I graduate next spring, around first week of March, by some stroke of luck I have finally convinced myself to start studying, this early. Let me assure you in all my 16 years of existing and 12 of going to school, I have never, ever started studying 5 months in advance. This shows how serious I am of getting halfway decent marks so I can get into a good college/uni. (“You’re rambling again” “You’re raining on my parade again”)So what I’m saying is, I’m sorry I haven’t been active on my blog. I haven’t written anything for a long time,well, except Physics derivations and Chemistry reactions and French verb conjugations, but yeah. Frankly, I miss it. But I’ll be back! I’ll probably post again around New Year’s, I have something in mind(does anyone know of any illustrator or designer willing to collaborate with me for a series?). But if anyone’s made through the end of this post, please say a small prayer; for me, that I get the marks I want; that America is great again(Not Trump please); be the nasty woman you proudly are; that Iraqi and American forces retake Mosul from ISIS; that the Kashmir issue is resolved; that the Calais refugees, or rather, all refugees have somewhere to go to, seek shelter, and build a new life; that there’s peace finally in this cruel world. Not a small prayer sorry, but please do your bit. Until then, Khuda Hafiz/ Ciao/ Au revoir/ Salam.
We’ve been taught that women need to be flawless even when our flawlessness is wildly implausible, sexy even when our sexiness is a break from plot. We’re sprinting through Jurassic Park in heels, fighting supervillains in strapless corsets, being stranded on deserted islands for days without a hint of stubble. Real female bodies are so taboo that hair-removal-cream ads show hairless legs even before the cream is applied.
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We were the phone calls and the texts- sounds and words. We were the hours, the miles, the signals- analog and digital. We were the pixels, the picture that distorts if zoomed any further. And we were the stars of the same constellation , Connected only through imaginary lines. Never were we the shy glances, […]
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