Days in the blackout
The silence forced upon the mass came on a sudden Thursday, as all means of communication were shut down abruptly overnight
2m ago
No longer eighteen
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
5m ago
My inner rebel & I
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
8m ago
Ruins & renaissance
The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;
1y ago
Dear Van Gogh
Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.
1y ago
Decaying youth
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.
1y ago
A Survival Kit
It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.
2y ago
Harmonies and Haphazards
Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.
3y ago
August 17, 2024
Days in the blackout
The silence forced upon the mass came on a sudden Thursday, as all means of communication were shut down abruptly overnight
June 1, 2024
No longer eighteen
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
March 9, 2024
My inner rebel & I
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
July 29, 2023
Ruins & renaissance
The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;
April 1, 2023
Dear Van Gogh
Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.
December 31, 2022
Decaying youth
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.
January 6, 2022
A Survival Kit
It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.
September 16, 2021
Harmonies and Haphazards
Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.
January 21, 2021
Four Chambered Walls
The alarm went off just as the dawn broke through the corner of the indigo shaded curtains; 6:45 AM, 24th October, Saturday. Same as yesterday, the day before that, the entirety of October, call it a few months even.
November 19, 2020
Memoir of a Songbird Named Childhood
I've always loved painting sunset as it was filled with so many colours. I loved colours. I'd use as many colours as I could to make the paintings alive.
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