Times where I felt I just wanted lie down in my bed and not get up and create anything was like my everyday thing. I think I really did a right thing, not choosing social media and prioritising myself

Life itself is like a beautiful flower, sometimes you pick the most beautiful ones and sometimes you deny the dead ones. Even the wild flowers also happen to catch our attention, as long as it looks good

Sometimes what we want is to push it all away , to forget or to pretend that it never happened but the memory still stays alive inside all of us like living breathing thing. Truth is painful but owning

Just like Ved and Tara from Tamasha (A Bollywood movie), not sure how many of you have watched the film , or constantly kept hearing "agar tum saath ho" on your break up playlist or go to playlist

That time when I read your beautiful, letter which had those words that comforted my feelings . I just fell in love with you! I did embrace those moments , between us Thinking that we'll be forever , In

That feeling was something different, Where I was, dreamy about coming days And eyes were gleamy and bright , The survival at that moment seemed fine , But when the storm hit, There was a split , Between

We were sitting in that soft couch. The smell of cigarettes, from the ashtray was all around like room freshener. The half emptied bottle of beer and glass of whiskey on the table. Our small room was lit

We see Ved , who just pushes away that human touch and affection when Tara tries hold him back apologising constantly. Ved doesn't care , the same way our mind and heart function, when we are in the state

Just like Ved and Tara from Tamasha, not sure how many of you have watched the film , or constantly kept hearing "agar tum saath ho" on your break up playlist or go to playlist . May you have

Walking down the hall way , Fragrance of jasmine scent seemed like sprinkled all over the Marble stoned, pathway, Before the midnight, During cold winters , Walking down gallery The curious eyes see art

She puts on her earphones , sits next to the window seat , the cold morning windy breeze , The sneaky sun rays hits underneath of her . She tunes into her self love playlists , everyday . It's just her

I shall bend and break , Your reality won't make me vulnerable any more , Since I've already accepted one , Hustle shall never end You shall watch me rise , From the scratch , See me in the throne , Wearing

When mind plays , we need to listen to our healing heart , and there's always way out of it , we might find it complicated, but it's not. Wounds won't heal easily , and marks are left behind , but there's

There a tons of things, which will come on our way . The process , when you are healing can take your test a million times . Sometimes when the storm hit us unexpectedly, there are chances there can be

When you unlearn and learn something new , It leads to whole new experience. The new is always , fresh and beginning of the start . As we conclude one chapter , there's to another one which needs a new

Black and white pictures, always have some kind of different vibe in them. It's just surreal and soothing for a glance . The story through such , pictures is pretty evident for a viewers eye. There's something

The soft sunlight from the window Two on bed , her hair loose , Their hands playing with the sunlight They giggle like little kids, There's a soft wind , coming across the blue river Right into their wide

The language of love , has it's own way . Well it's more subjective and not restricted to anything in particular. The love can be anything instance, love towards art , music , sunset , nature , I mean

When I went through Heidi's profile, I was SUPER amazed! The presentation, and aesethics left me stunned! We made plans to work together as soon as we connected, which finally happened after a long wait,

This field has taught me to accept myself, get better, work hard and stay original always. Harsh comments on my dark skin, scars, on being really thin keep flowing. These are the same people, the naysayers,