1st stage: Your pain is breaking news for everybody and you get all sorts of attention, sympathy, empathy, love and support, 2nd stage: You reveal more about yourself and people worry a little more for you as they know life hasn’t been very kind to you lately. Now they are more concerned and want to…… Continue reading Inevitable Stages of Sharing
Illusion of perfection..A mirage.. How easy it is to call things perfect. Somebody’s life perfect. People perfect. The other day my friend said “I was perfect and look what happened to me” and all I could do was look at her dumbfounded, as she was in great distress already. But it was running in my…… Continue reading Illusion of perfection
“When was the last time you heard mom’s voice??” I got the message from my sister who lives in another country. The question overthrew me. I had to hold a chair to keep my balance. I kept staring at the screen asking myself the same question. “I called dad but I could never talk to…… Continue reading The small pebble
I was in no mood of writing or reading today. Last night saw another terrible anxiety attack that made its way to the blog. In a way it helped me. I don’t do it a lot. But it was way too much for me to handle alone. I needed it to exit my system before…… Continue reading Breaking the taming cycle..
It’s 1.30 am here.. I am pacing in my hall.. Listening to birdman soundtrack.. the anxious battle for sanity.. I love this movie…and the drums are out of this world I stand on my tarrace and look around.. And i see lights.. The universe submerged in lights.. Everything is emitting its own luminosity .. That…… Continue reading The anxious battle for sanity..
I completed this drawing yesterday. When you try to grab random flying images in your head and merge them you end up with something like this…I decided to name it “The Feral”. And when you try to write something about your such drawing you end up with 4 incomplete posts on the same subject… and…… Continue reading The Feral- Charcoal Drawing
Stories stories stories.. What if I tell you my friends called me “storyteller” when we were in 6th or 7th grade?? It’s the weirdest thing I have done and experienced. We would sit in a circle in lunch break and I would tell stories, chronicles of my own vivid but naive mind. A story would…… Continue reading The Storyteller