His wrinkled hands were full of love. A quick glance at his eyes were enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Everyone has to die," they told her. She didn't understand why. Each moment brought them closer to goodbye, but she was a fighter. It was only when she saw him lifeless that she knew…Read more Fighting Death
Do you know how it feels to be hopeless? To feel as if you have nothing to look forward to and nobody to understand the constant raging storm in your heart? I do. Do you know how it feels to hate yourself and your life and everything around you day after day, month after month,…Read more A Few Words on World Suicide Prevention Day
I love writing for children. Wait, that's not exactly how it is. The truth is, I am an overgrown child who writes funny stories for herself and then shares them with the world. In fact, my entry to the world of fiction writing started with short stories for children during my stint at The Telegraph…Read more Writing for Children
Living in the present, I am allowed to miss you. Falling back to the past, I am allowed to cry. Looking ahead to tomorrow, I am allowed to remember.
Misery was desire. Hope was the creator of hopelessness. "Take it one day at a time," she trained herself. But sometimes too much happened in a day. And then there were the times when too little happened. "I guess it's about taking in every moment," she concluded.
"Time will heal everything," they'd said. She knew that sounded too easy. Some people wondered why she took so long when others forgot so soon. "The healing process is unique for all," she'd reply. Nobody was satisfied with her progress but she didn't care. The day she realised that she had moved on, she defined…Read more Moving On
When the year began, You were breathing next to me. When the month began, You were holding my hand in yours . When the week began, You were talking about the future. When the day began, You were waiting for your last breath. And when the moment arrived, You were making us cry together.