Love

  The art of letting it go isn't so convenient at the beginning but is serene. When things keep bothering you, hindering you, hurt you, traumatize you, just learn to let it go. The more you hold on, the more it hurts. When it rains, it pours. This is because pain demands to be felt✨ Letting go won't get any easier as long as you don't accept the truth. You may think delulu is the solulu, but reality has it's own principle. Reality likes to remind people who tries to avoid it. You better close that window of yours, no matter how exquisite the view is. You don't start to heal unless you're ready to be healed. Sometimes we don't wanna heal, because pain is the only connection between you and the foregone. Love is a significant fragment of life, love the people who love you and love yourself, because none of us can determine when is our Endgame arriving. A message to the little old me💌 Forgetting is an essential part of grief and healing is an essential part o

How beautiful it would be to go back in time ? But could you actually do it ? Maybe yes, without a machine or without any kind of spell that'll take you back to the past. You can go back in time with pictures and videos. Photography is a type of art where you could freeze time. Freeze the time, the grins, the moments. I love recording and clicking pictures. I record everything. Everywhere I go, when the cloud looks heavenly, when I see a beautiful tree, when I come across a line from a book, everything. I record it, because it brings me contentment. When I watch them back I feel tranquil. When I look at that box of cardboard which contains the pictures showing me the life that I've made, I truly feel serene. Anything you today would be cringe tomorrow. So, be cringe. Click that picture, post it. The inner child in me feels happy every time I see my old Polaroids. Those smiles, the innocence in eyes, the love that never lies, everything was captured in that Polaroid. Everytime I

  My friends have always been the best part of my life. They have given me the best memories. Half of who I am now is because of my friends. I find fragments of people's behaviour in me now and then. Female friendships has done wonders to me. I was a really talkative child back then. I never run out of topics to talk about. In the nick of time, I realised that my girls give me the liberty to talk any crap. They make me feel comfortable, so that I don't have to think before verbalizing the stream of thoughts running in my head. My girl best friends are the reason, why I bounce off at places where I shouldn't. When you bounce off and ask stupid questions, none can assure you that you'll be in a judgement free zone. Friends can heal you, make you laugh, bring out the best version of yourself. Just because you've had some bad experience with your mates in the past, doesn't mean all of them will be the same. Some people run our day and some ruin our day, but you'

Hey people, kindly excuse me for not being active with my blogs. From the upcoming Saturday, I'll be uploading my blogs regularly. From now, new blogs every Saturday 11.00 PM. Stay tuned Cheers 🥂

  My toxic trait is my obsession. Once I get obsessed with something, it literally becomes a part of my identity. You are what you love💗 I'm a huge swiftie (A huge fan of Taylor Swift) I listen to her 24/7, so don't mind me if I sneak her lyrics in my blogs. Books are my good and bad influence. I'd say I'm pretty good at academics, so I always try to give my best for my exams. I'd spend all day reading NCERT and all night reading fictional books. During my holidays, I stay up till 3 in the morning to finish my book. I have read books which have left me feeling so traumatized. All my life Books have made me feel so much, they made me strong, they broke me, they tore me apart, they stole my innocence and yet I yearn to read them. I live in them, I fall in love with nobody because of books. Out of all these things, if there's something that I love so much about books is that, they help you escape reality. Reading is an expensive hobby indeed. But, reading can of

  All my life I've always had friends who were boys. I always wanted to be like them, wild and free, they didn't really seem to care a lot about themselves. I played with them in the streets, it was a great time. Our clothes would get torn, we would be exhausted but we'd never stop playing. As I grew up, I had a few misconceptions about being a girl. I always told boys I'm not like the other girls. I used to wear tees and trousers, I used roam wild in the streets of our town, my hair would never be tied, it was lose. I was wild, wind in my hair, roaming the streets of our town under the hot scorching sun, I'd not care if my clothes were torn or if my knees were scratched and bleeding. I was young, wild and free. Little did I know, little Krish didn't realise the fact that, girls can also be wild and free. But, then I grew up, I was not little any more. I was restricted from playing outside, with the boys, no more roaming down the streets. That's when I reali