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Words and Voices: What Words Mean To Me
Words and Voices: What Words Mean To Me

If words can make someone remember their pumping heart veins from under a cloud of dust, if words can tap dance and make movements in a place gathering empty, if words can heal hearts, if words can spread like a calm and breath back life into a shattered soul, If words can really do that, than do I still need to convince you that they're but what my soul breathes. And that is what words mean to me....

Are the Choices We Make, Really Ours?
Are the Choices We Make, Really Ours?

I realised we can do a million things, which we probably would have never done if were not influenced by an external element. The conventional thoughts and traditions are yet another element that has contributed in the process of inflicting pain. The terrifyingly huge number of engineers in India should tell you that. “I did it because that is the convention, it was not my choice."...

Who Am I?
Who Am I?

Every now and then I go into a mode of complete panic. I frantically look for a trace of my true self or answers, but find absolutely nothing. I deconstruct my actions, and again, nothing. At times, I wonder if it is futile, this desperate need to find oneself. Do I really need to have a concrete classification of who I really am? Or is it something I want to have, to soothe the anxiety that uncertainty has given birth to? Who am I?...

A Box Full of Us
A Box Full of Us

And just like that, our world is alive inside a box. The one that holds all those hushed secrets that always looked for a home. They are the secrets that make us who we truly are. The secrets, for which the world wouldn’t accept me but you…you, would. You never asked for perfection, you never wished for a thing to change. You asked for me; with all my flaws and messed up head. That is what makes us ‘us’; raw, unabashed and unapologetic....

Relationship Goals?
Relationship Goals?

That is what it is, is it not? Then why have we become so pretentious? Why is the relationship about whether he liked your picture or not? How did it end up being a game of authority? When did it turn into a sham to show the world that you are not alone, while you still cry lonely at nights? I think all of us have been there, haven’t we? The place where dwelling over those irrelevant things, just to make a point to the world; a phase when it was fad being in a relationship....