To my dearest, I remember as if it was yesterday when my dad, your son came into my room at 6am. The day I saw him cry for the first time. Shocked at the sight and still in my hazy slumber I asked what was wrong and he some how whispered “he’s gone, nammade appachan … More A letter to my grandfather
We have all heard the term if you love her/him you should let them go. But it’s so hard to do so when as humans our natural instinct is to hold on and grasp when ever somethings slipping away. Haven’t you noticed how a baby grips onto your fingers? By listening to this statement you … More The night before we part
Ciao, I hate seeing people under the age of 18 in relationships because quite frankly you are too young. You say that you are in love, that they might be the one. Are you for real? You haven’t experienced anything yet. People be changing relationships every month and I just can’t comprehend why you would … More Relationships or nah?
To her, I don’t hate you. I hate what you have done to each other. I hate what you did to him. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Why would you do that to him. It breaks my heart to see him like this. He has always been the smart, funny and … More Letters from an outsider
Namaste, You know I’ve always had this longing to go back. This bizarre desire to head back to the only place I call home. People may have noticed how I hardly ever call my house here home. It never has been. It has always been after that long 14 hour journey. The place where I truly … More Longing for home; The love
I just don’t understand how some people can say mean things so easily. Like someone could have spent years on learning to love themselves and then you have to go and say something horrible to them, taking them back to square one. You don’t know what they have been through how much work they had … More Insecurities; The Healing
I was used to doing just as I was told. When I was little I used to go outside and play with my friends, climbing posts and trees but as I grew up my mother told me to grow up and stop. I used to paint and color in the pictures she used to give … More A little about me; The hurt