Life on EARTH!

I really hope things can feel like it's getting back to normal before everything goes worse. I watched a movie called moonshot which is set at a time where going to Mars and thinking of a future there is a possibility. I kept thinking to myself, is it really necessary to start discovering another habitable planet before we save our own? The ongoing ruckus feels like a distraction to mending an inevitable loss for our environment. Maybe the newer generation would really need another planet to shift to when we destroy our own deliberately.

Amidst all the chaos

Is it really World War III??? I am honestly not surprised… post a pandemic, the only rational thing we as a reformed species could do, is go to war ensuring end-game transcribed annihilation. All this anxiety and helpless screaming at a wall came at halt when I came across this haunting yet tender picture of a couple standing in the Kyiv underground metro as time stood still for them, sharing a quiet moment for love to surface. I decided to calm myself down by doing the only thing I know – write! I couldn’t help but wonder what they must be feeling amidst the chaos.

You’re not okay! And that’s okay.

This post was incredibly difficult for me to articulate, but I'm overwhelmed with your love and feedback. I could finally gather the courage to do this! 💜 I would love to hear your stories as well and if there is anything you'd like to share. Your support means the world to me. 🌸

Chester Bennington – an open letter

September is National Suicide Prevention Month. All month, mental health advocates, prevention organizations, survivors, allies, and community members unite to promote suicide prevention awareness. It’s time to fight anxiety, depression, or any other problems that have been tampering with your mental health by getting expert help.

Bangalore Days

That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.

The last call

It's hard to lose someone. You imagine you will never get over the pain. It will hurt less someday and you will survive. As irreparably broken, gutted, hollow as one may feel, it does not kill you. While it may feel as though a dementor has sucked every last hint of happiness from your chest, you will have days where you think of them and you do not cry. There will even be days you smile while you remember them. Be thankful for those days, which fend off despair like my personal little patronus charm. I know that is what they would want for me, and how they would want to be remembered — with love and joy instead of pain and tears.

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