I sometimes feel like I'm a sponge. I love absorbing every bit of knowledge or words of advice or wisdom from everywhere I can. Of course, the only caveat is that I need to feel that those words will help me in my personal growth or enhance my life in a certain way. So, when … Continue reading The Power Of Uplifting Mobile Apps (Nothing Technical, I Promise!) #LifeHacks #SelfHelp #HelpfulResources
Tired after the day’s events, Roy entered his bedroom and glanced upon that old pair of glasses lying on the table. With tears streaming down his eyes, he picked it up, thinking about the number of times he was annoyed at being asked to find it. Sometimes left inside the fridge, sometimes on top of … Continue reading The Glasses
My life sometimes feels like a game of a seesaw between my ambitions and my laziness. On the one hand, I want to achieve everything possible, and on the other hand, I am cursed by my love for naps and mindlessly scrolling social media. So, this time I wanted my Angel self to win. Hence, … Continue reading Theme Reveal: Blogchatter #A2ZChallenge
(Image Source: Author's Own) Many of us participated in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) where we had to write 50,000 words for the month of November. We might have been tired, cranky, swamped under work, going through personal turbulence, and yet we kept writing. Some of us didn't even write at a regular … Continue reading Life After #NaNoWriMo And How Do You Build A Regular Writing (Or Other) Routine?
(Image: Author's Own) Last year after winning NaNoWriMo, I am so far confident about winning it this time. Not because I have found some secret winning formula, but simply because I know that I have it in me to write those many words in a month's time. Call it discipline, call it determination, I simply … Continue reading #NaNoWriMo Special: How Fighting Monsters On An Online Game Is Helping Me Write More
I cry in my sleep Wishing they turn into eloquent poems They end up wetting my pillow, instead. I swallow my insecurities And rearrange my lips into a smile. But, fear sits on my shoulders Its taunting whispers burning my insides. I wish I could write better I wish I didn’t feel trapped In … Continue reading I Am A Writer But Not A Very Good One
(Image Source: Pixabay) The ICU-cold, clean, sterile The doctors convince me it is you on the bed My vision is blurred By the sight of bandages, pipes, and masks, I hold the doorway and slide and fall At the threshold. The annoyingly efficient digital clock On the nauseatingly spotless white wall behind you Announces it … Continue reading At The Threshold