6th August 2025

The Sunflower Moments

The room smelled like old sex, thick with the residue of unspoken things, promises hanging in the air like smoke. His fingers slid into mine, a quiet connection, and his head rested on my shoulder. His curls brushed against my skin, soft and wild, making a gentle spark of electricity flow through me, not to my head, but into my chest, into my heart. It wasn’t love, no. But it was something softer, something unnamed and unclaimed, something that didn’t ask for definitions. It was a delicate unison, like two damaged pieces finding each other without the need to heal.

12th June 2025

In your Heart and in Mine

I was a house burned down to ash, and you walked in like sunlight through shattered windows.
Not to rebuild me — but to sit with me in the ruins.

There were people before you. People who made noise.
People who filled silences with empty words.
But never once did I want to walk through a crowd just to end up beside them.
Never once did I crave their presence when the ocean called me to cry in its arms.

15th January 2025

Who Do We Really Meet the First Time?

So why do we do this? Over and over, every passing day? Why do we curate, then crumble, only to curate again for someone new? Perhaps it’s a survival instinct. Meeting someone new is like planting a seed—we present the most fertile soil we have, hoping to foster connection. But as the plant grows, it reveals the imperfections of the soil. Maybe it’s also about safety; we start with what we hope to be and reveal who we are only when we feel secure enough to do so.

11th January 2025

If Not Him, Then Who?

They say if there’s fire right in front of you, you won’t jump into it. You’ll take precautions, find ways to avoid getting burned. But me? I jump—straight into the flames. And yet, despite everything, I never stop jumping. Because this is who I am when it comes to people I like. I like madness, chaos, the danger—everything I know will break me in the end. And maybe, just maybe, I’m addicted to it.

3rd January 2025

They Say I am a Survivor, but did I Survive?

I know none of this makes sense, except maybe to those who’ve walked this path. To those who’ve lived through this kind of loss, this kind of fear. We build walls around ourselves, not because we’re unfeeling, but because feeling is too dangerous. Too much. If we let our guard down for even a second, we open the door to more pain, and we can’t let that happen.

4th October 2023

We met at the beach

I felt, thought, dreamt, I did, loved, I laughed, I cried, I walked, I went on a date, I traveled, I went on another date, I thought, I wondered, I cried, and I lost it all. It all feels like a dream. Not once I felt so good in life, but then it had to end.

Beya

27th June 2023

The Memories We Lost

Memories. An eight-letter word that takes up almost all of our lives. We create them, store them, hoard them, remember them, smile at them, laugh our hearts out thinking about them, maybe cry at times or spend decades forgetting them. In the end, it all comes down to these little anecdotes that we so fondly share with our mothers over the kitchen counter, strangers on the metro, a friend by the lake, or some colleague we have befriended.

Georgiana

25th June 2023

Smells a lot like home

And then, as they say, when we finally give up, we find whatever we were looking for. I would be lying if I said I was looking for some loud-mouthed self-proclaimed, passively sadist and a lovely human being, but I found you. One of the happiest wrong paths of my life.

6th June 2023

The boy who breathes sunsets

They say you are perfect. They say you are happy. They say you are flawless. You and I know that you are not. They fail to understand that smiling isn't synonymous with happiness and being effortless doesn't mean you do not have no flaws.

6th November 2022

I don't have secrets; just scars

I can barely walk. I don't smile like I used to. I struggle every morning to open the eyes through which I once loved seeing the world. I talk to people about things I am not passionate about anymore. I don't write anymore, something I once loved more than anything. I don't feel like facing the world. Breathing seems like a task. I can't look into people's eyes anymore. Every part of my body hurts. I am incapable of loving people where I once was a hopeless romantic. I don't hold hands anymore because I know that at the end of the day, I won't have those hands in mine. My heart aches, and I don't love life anymore. I want to live, but I don't know what I want to live for.

28th September 2022

150 Days of Togetherness

The farther you are from me, the more I crave your hands in mine. Your head on my shoulder, your hands caressing my back, and your eyes every time they would light up, you would see me. My love, I ended up falling for you, harder than I wanted to. I never wanted to, but I am, sitting on a bed where you aren't beside me and writing letters without you here to listen to them. I wish we had more time; I wish we could have stayed together for a little longer. I really wish we could do that.

28th September 2022

We'll Live Under the Same Sky

28th September 2022

The Boy I Once Knew

28th September 2022

I Wish We Had More Time

From glancing at each other for hours to sitting together at your place, life taught us many things: to love, break, heal, support, cry, smoke, end things, and bid goodbyes. Every time I think about Delhi, I’ll think about you. How can I not? You were special. You are special. Whatever it is in your heart will always guide you to do the right thing. There are things that I won’t say and things you wouldn’t want to hear, but for what it’s worth, we both know what it is.

28th September 2022

Goodbyes and More

We lived. We laughed. We fought. We cried. We apologized. We forgave each other. We hugged. We kissed. We drank too much coffee and chai. We did all of that with a smile, and I do not know about others, but that was more than anything I had ever asked for.

28th September 2022

I'll Keep You Close

I tell you, the memories of you are like what an accelerator is to a car and what the moon is to the broken ones. The thought of you is enough to put an instant smile on my face, and it is one of those I cannot ever seem to face.

28th September 2022

Drunk, Cute and Beautiful

Watching you sleep is one of the most favorite things I’ve had in life. You are calm, soft, and beautiful asleep. I love waking up next to you, which may be one of the most comfortable things I’ve felt in my entire life. Let’s wake up next to each other while we still can.

28th September 2022

No Life Without You

do not want to lose you today, tomorrow, or any other day that follows because I won’t live in this world without you holding me in your arms. In a world where everyone is trying to pull me down, you and our family are the only things I look forward to.

28th September 2022

The Boy I'll Write About

You were a traveler, one amongst many. But how you made me see the world is far more than incomprehensible. You had the most beautiful eyes, with a tsunami of lies and truths battling each other, from one dead-end to another. You broke barriers, perceptions, mindsets, views, and ideas and helped me rebuild many.

28th September 2022

Home And Other Things

The other night, I was intoxicated, and you were too. I never knew that romantic gestures like holding hands would be a thing someday. It felt like home. It felt safer than it did with other people. I have always been drawn to arrogant people because I have felt this for years, which seems normal nowadays. I never wanted ordinary because ordinary felt boring. But I realized that sometimes ordinary is what’s best for you because you aren’t ready to fight all the storms alone, especially when you aren’t ready.

28th September 2022

My Love: Mon Amour

You are incomprehensible, my love. I wake consumed with thoughts of you. You have left my senses in turmoil. You have a strange effect on my heart. Forgive my innumerable faults and the many pains I have caused you.

28th September 2022

The Boy In Blue

I was the exposed nerve of a broken tooth that hurt every time the air touched it, but you taught me how to cherish the essence of pain and mend our broken tooth or heart, for that matter. My dear savior, we departed exactly one year after we met. Maybe one year was the only time that we were meant to support each other, but I would say that it was worth it.

28th September 2022

Tough Times May Last

28th September 2022

I'll Take A Mountain And Move On

I wish you had happened once, but you have happened many times. You were the guys I fell for, you were the girls I gave my heart to, you were the family members I loved so dearly, you were the friends who left me when there wasn’t anything useful left for them; you were the people I wanted to stay with forever.