Posted in In A Nut Shell


Just as you wear your earrings penetrating your skin,

Similarly your feelings pierced inside my heart.

No doubt it made my soul look adorable just as your face,

But it hurt every single time you tried to detach it.

I thought you wore it as a symbol of your pride and existence,

But I was fooled until you changed it.

Then I realized you have one for every occasion.

I realized what remained constant was the hole on your earlobe and the hole in my heart.



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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