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.

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|| Just like the sun and the moon, one a star, the other a large mass of rock and dirt, people feel connected to one another despite of their differences. They say the first impressions last. I say they are judging too fast. See how the unknown merges into the known. Love is tangled in... Continue Reading →

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 β€” with love and joy instead of pain and tears.

H.E.A.L

You cannot heal in the same environment that got you sick.You will still be art, even when they stop admiring.So darling, take the brush and own it as the sky and clouds are your canvas.~oishmortal~

Of what we are made

The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →

High roads

-oishmortal- I climbed the mountain, Felt at peace. I hollered for my freedom, My mind at ease. I walked the same street, A shadow would follow. Imitating my moves, Withering noises of hallow. I sat near the river, Trying to reflect, but in vain. I sank in and cried, Rid me of this pain. Regardless... Continue Reading →

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