Happy New Year to you all! I'm back to work after allowing myself a couple of weeks to not stress about writing the next book. And I just realised that I must be the only writer online who has NOT written a long post about 2017 achievements and about my goals for 2018. The fact… Continue reading Anxiety & the New Year
Love is a strange thing. We want it. We try to hold onto it. Then we lose it - through death or another person's choice. But love is important. No, I'm not talking about just romantic love here. I mean all kinds of love, starting from the bond that we share with our parents to… Continue reading Thoughts on Love
She believed in love. Growing up on a healthy diet of Shah Rukh Khan movies and Hollywood rom-com gave her dreams. They gave her ideas and hope. "Damn you, Bollywood," she complained, trying to get the image of SRK's intense eye expressions out of her mind. Others said times were changing and romance was dead.… Continue reading Romance is not Dead
What are you holding on to? Do remember that nothing stays. What are you hoping for? Do remember what is now. What are you regretting today? Never forget that time has moved.
"They think I'm strange," she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. "You're not strange, child. You are different," she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, "Is being different good?" She answered the question herself; "I am happy and that's all that matters, right Mom?"
Sometimes she wondered if it was fate. "Why was I born when the stars weren't positioned right?" The girl blamed the parents, astrology and God. But then she dried her tears and felt a smile as loving purrs and head butts reminded her to be grateful.
The darkness inside was a sharp contrast to the sunny sky outside. She did her thing, running on auto pilot. It wasn't hard to fake a smile or two. People never bothered her much because they knew she was an introvert. But when she heard laughter, the ugly thoughts made her heart churn painfully. But… Continue reading Inside Outside
"Hold me," she asked without a syllable. He heard her. His strong arms surrounded her thoughts, making the terrible ones disappear. She said a silent thank you. His arms responded. They didn't need words.
"The chair will break!" A classmate yelled out as she sat down. Fifteen mean giggles followed. She didn't look up as her vision clouded with tears. She could never get used to this. The others went back to their daily lives, not noticing her injured heart.
She wanted a boyfriend like the popular girls in class always had one. But who'd like her? "I'm so fat and ugly," she told herself every time she dared to have a crush. Her sister told her to just go and say, "I like you." But how could she? Sometimes she wondered if she hated… Continue reading Body Image Series 3