37 Summers later,I sit on that old reclining chair,The one that belonged to my grandmother. I have made a garden out of my home,A reminderOf
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
I look out my window Towards that make-shift gate, I have been waiting, For long and it’s about time. It’s just me, the gate, And
I strained my neck to read those words he had etched behind my shoulders. It read- The two hickeys that I have left on you
An Open Letter to My Cousin for all our dreams that didn’t manifest, to work again our relationship and make those dreams come true.
Remember that time when you made a mistake, your parents told you that you were wrong, maybe a bit too harshly but then
It was my Birthday yesterday. A very important one as I am stepping into the last bit of my twenties. Before I get into the
Many of us do not fully love ourselves due to body shaming and self doubts. Here is how to love yourself for a better life 🙂
Being part of Blogchatter’s Blogbuddy, we are spreading bloglove and so, I take on the baton of Blog Love from Abhinav. Seven years back, when a
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