They have no idea what its like to have your entire life split between 2 completely different geographic locations. Its difficult to call a place home when you are only a goddamn visitor for once a year. Its difficult to split your heart into two parts, one craving for a serene homeland that it takes
Here’s what I find very wrong with how we groom our daughters…The way her father’s reputation is associated with the dupatta she wearsthe way she is told to speak in a low tone, not to be very bold and aggresivethe way she is hushed when she tries to speak about her views on a certain
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
Is there a thing called love the mere concept of it in all the other living organisms other than a human being or if there is, it is similar to the one humans talk about the one where you draw boundary lines the one where limits are defined the one where you can unlove a
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
Our generation is stuck in a trendy world where hookups are a party away where fake love is all over the place where trust cannot be traced where honesty is only found in books where friends do not exist, only snakes Where followers define your beauty But they don’t know that you are much more
Do you feel it? Do you sense it? It feels like magic Like something mysterious But wait, Ssshhhh Don’t say anything Don’t open your mouth Otherwise, it will lose its meaning Don’t entangle the feelings in words Because of honey! Words never play fair Do you think such a mysterious power can be caged in such small
Is it just in mind? Or does something really exists? I can’t decide there is something about you so addictive, so magnificent I just can’t stop thinking about you But when did this happen? How did it happen? I have no clue I can’t trace it back Could you believe that? A girl like me