How Much is Too Much?

Working hard is good. It gives you a purpose, a direction, a reason to live and a hope towards a better future. But stress? Bad. Thinking about work all day? Bad. Best thing – Work hard. But don’t take tension. Be chill. Important thing: don’t over do it. Life is too big, and these small…

What If…

I’d like to tell my readers that I’m currently doing my Masters in Economics. But what if I had chosen to study painting as a major? For four years. Like Kenneth Sebastian did? (He’s a stand up comedian who has a painting degree. Yes, pretty cool stuff) Anyway, painting is my passion. I love it….

Arranged Marriage or Love Marriage?

I’ve got very strict parents who’ll widen their eyes with shock even at the mention of the word ‘boyfriend’. So I’d accepted long ago that it’s going be an arranged marriage for me. And honestly, I’ve seen arranged marriages work beautifully, so I have no problems with it, per say. But there are certain things……

Let’s Talk About The L Word

Love is selfless? Well, I think love doesn’t need to be selfless. You should be able to take decisions that benefit you, and the person who loves you should be okay with you doing that. And vice versa, of course. Love is blind? Nope, I think love has better eyesight than our eyes can ever…

Grandma’s love.

Did I tell you that I ADORE my grandma? I’ve come to my her place for a few days and she gives the comfort of a yummy hot chocolate and a fireplace on a chilly winter day. So I reach her place a little late and I know she’s a bit upset. I tell her…

My little brother

Brothers are irritating. But I still wrote a poem for my brother. No, not ‘just like that’. It was his birthday, and birthdays make me super emotional. This was the outcome of my outbreak of affection: My little brother Although you are not little anymore, You’ll always be little in my mind and heart. You’ll…

The girl I met

Since I don’t feel like writing (or doing anything else, for that matter), I thought I’ll post something I’d written in the past. This is a poem for my friend who was going through a hard time: There’s a girl I met. A crazy fan of Harry potter and confessions of a shopaholic. Never really…