Ladies who love traveling but barely get a chance to travel due to so many reasons, you might want to pay attention to this post. If your reason involves lack of company, fear of traveling alone or skepticism to take the leap because you’ve never traveled ever, and if the seed of travel is still in you, I’m about to hook you up with one amazing travel group exclusively for the ladies – Appooppanthadi.
MENSTRUAL CUPS – OVERCOMING THE BEGINNER’S HASSLES
In this post I’ll write about the problems I faced while I switched to Cups and how I tackled them. This is aimed at the beginners and the ones a hairline away from taking the big leap into using the cups.
Little Ways of Finding Happiness and Achieving Goals
What makes you happy? The other day, I met a random stranger at a plant shop. We got to talking and since I was new to handling plants, she gave me some plant related tips. Later, I would go to the ATM to withdraw cash and meet her there again. We started walking from there … Continue reading Little Ways of Finding Happiness and Achieving Goals
Walking Out of the Storm
WALKING OUT OF THE STORM The rain had left the streets ravaged. In a strangely beautiful way. The way love leaves us, Shattered from the end, But dazed thinking of the beautiful journey. With the urge to forget the pain, And the yearning to hold on to every memory, I walked out of the storm, … Continue reading Walking Out of the Storm
Unfinished Kiss
#AnOdeToLove Can we freeze this moment? Right here. You and me, the rains drenching us, Hiding from prying eyes. A heartbeat away from each other. Every time I look at you, I lose sight of everything else. Around you, around me, the past, the future The reasons, the purposes. All I can see is you, … Continue reading Unfinished Kiss
Reflection of the Creator
He stealthily painted the skies, the clouds, the hills and trees and right when he was rinsing his paint brush at the pond, I caught him. Red-handed. Or rather Silver handed, as the color of the Sun was dripping from his paintbrush, leaving the pond in a shimmery silvery-grey hue almost like a portal into … Continue reading Reflection of the Creator
The Perfect Crime Scene
The bouquet was taut in my hand with a beautiful paper protecting it. Or perhaps, protecting my hands. It was funny! Why would my hands need protection now? After all that I had been through! I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it. 'You are married. I am not the one you should give … Continue reading The Perfect Crime Scene
