I know,I know that writing on Instagram about saving the world is stupid where there is so much saving to do and yet you can’t. When you see children not coming back from school, people dying of covid, of climate change, of droughts, floods and heatwaves, but most of all of the diseases that can
Baba thinks love equates to obedience. He knows of the kind of love where you just say yes to whatever is expected of you. you bow in respect like the genie of Alladin ka Chirag who only knows of fulfilling wishes, dreams and expectations. How do i tell him that I have a rebel in
Unapologetic is a word unknown to the girls of my city. We don’t know how to be us without feeling like we need 8-lettered adjectives to be approved by the people especially men of the society. We want to be called goddesses and praised as saints unless our bra straps don’t show.And God forbid if
Dear Men, This letter is not to play any victim card here but to actually write what I feel like when I experience social abuse. If you knock some sense into your head, you may get the point that randomly messaging girls on social media and saying you need help with something is not going
Why is it so damn hard to go to a person and talk about pain Why do we all keep silent and not express the sadness we feel Why do we suffer in silence Why don’t we laugh over our pain Why do we hold it in and never let out the bottled-up pain Maybe
If only I could open up If only I could say what I feel If only I never hold back Things could be different They can potentially change everything May be, Just maybe things could have been different But that’s how I am that’s how I work Bottling up every emotion, every pain, anger, and
At times, I feel so numb that I check my pulse In order to see If I am actually alive At times, it’s so dark and gloomy that I feel the universe has changed its cycle and now it will never be day again only nights of gloominess and melancholy Despair will dominate the holy