I blog, therefore I am

Have you ever felt this way before? When you are rushing through your daily chores, when you have forgotten what day of the week it is, w...

I sit by the window, reminiscing the past-the month of June; it marked the beginning-the beginning of a new year at school and the excitem...

She waits outside the ICU. The nauseating smell of the medicines, the sole shade of white all around, the countless emotions-some of sorro...

The little girl in red. She climbed up the bamboo poles, one step at a time. She looked down, behind her as she climbed higher, her feet...

If I may reiterate Vincent Van Gogh, ‘I dream of writing and write my dreams’ . Nearly a year ago from now, penning down my thoughts was n...

‘The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind’ - Patrick Rothfuss ,   The Name of the Wind It’s been 6...

 “It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them.” And no sooner had I...