Posted in The Untold Story

It is Exhausting…

It is exhausting having a heart that melts for those who show even the smallest amount of love. It is exhausting trying to break stone walls when your own soul craves to be held firmly. It is exhausting putting your heart on the sleeve as it is not already torn by those who came before and left.

It is exhausting trying to heal others wounds when you are the one who has been hurt more than words can fanthom. And it is seriously very exhausting feeling all this so deeply when all you wish for is to shut all the open tabs in your mind for some time. It is exhausting when these thoughts pour in your head when all you want is a little solace from the excruciating pain.



When I am not busy scribbling and sketching away on little pieces on paper, I am found cozying on my recliner enjoying movies and cartoons. A dreamer and an artist, I am in love with all things beautiful. Prefer Bukowski and Gulzar over Shakespeare and Tagore. And nights over daytime. Anti-social and friendly in the same breath. Desperately trying to bring being nice in vogue. This blog is an itinerary of a girl amidst the cacophony of metropolitan life facing the struggles & unexpected surprises that life offers.

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