#Ideastory: Your Secrets
Your secrets,
stir the emptiness inside me
Like gunshots in the middle of the night.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog here.
Your secrets,
stir the emptiness inside me
Like gunshots in the middle of the night.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog here.
I’m a regular packrat and on a good day, I can pull out water bottle, mirror, hairbrush, hand sanitizer, face towel, book, notepad or pen from my bag, in addition to the mandatory stuff.
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
When science & facts fail to prove causality, one must turn to belief for survival. Maybe there is no such thing as causality but it helps me cope.
The Mumbaiker starts the day with a prayer to guide them through the daily adventure that is a public commute.