In a world full of selfies, and Me-first noises, be the empath, be the good listener.
I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob … Continue reading Tomorrow you won’t be mine
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body … Continue reading I would rather
I am at a stage where in the ‘social’ and ‘worldly’ sense, I am beyond redemption. It used to sadden me only a few years ago and also make me bitter sometimes. But over the years, I have learnt to laugh at it. No, genuinely. Being a single girl in her 30s in India, most … Continue reading When the heart wants what it wants