What happens when the guy you have considered your brother throughout the time you have known him suddenly tells you that he wants you on his bed? You feel grossed out. And you know what else you feel? Betrayal. Here is the guy who you have trusted so much that you have finally opened up… Continue reading Betrayal.
https://aestheticallybooked.wordpress.com One of my best friends has just started her blog on WordPress. She is also a bookstagrammer and has been really working hard on it since the last month when she first started it. This WordPress account, she tells me is for her book reviews. And trust me. She is pretty good. Do check… Continue reading
You want to clutch his hand as tightly as you can and whisper that you love him. This is what mountains do to you. You want to believe that you love him more or less like the mountains. Ha ha. You feel like the Hindi songs have started making sense, for once. Previously they were… Continue reading Déjà vu.
It will be a lie if I write that you can smell old books if you pass through the old lanes of College Street. But when you see the old books lined up in rows on the pavements, you cannot help but stop and stare. Personally, the first thing I do when I pick up… Continue reading Yellow Pages.
The frustrations of life has reached a new high and I have taken to writing once again. Exams? They are still on. I worked my ass off for them. Three down, one to go. But today I choked up. I felt I could not breathe and my heartbeats escalated. Because guess what. I was suddenly… Continue reading It’s Been Long.
As a child, I had always been overtly obsessed about concepts from physics and I had loved discussing about it. Based on my interest, I pursued science in my graduation school only to realise that physics was the subject I hated the most. Isn't it funny? Well, I graduated from high school with good marks… Continue reading Parallel Universes.
I have been really busy these past couple of days. Even though I miss WordPress dearly, I cannot help it at all. With my exams coming and everything, there's hardly anytime. But trust me, the ideas are throbbing in my brain. It is as if they are in on a conspiracy to attack my brain… Continue reading Doodling Away To Glory.