Everyone wants something like Lily-Marshall or Monica-Chandler. But real stories are made of something else. No wonder, the climax belongs to Robin-Ted or Rachel-Ross.
Tag: Truth
Today’s Tiny Tale: Ordinary Love
Pop culture taught her of extraordinary love. But life gave her something ordinary. Instead of a knight, she found love behind thick rimmed glasses.
Today’s Tiny Tale: Hurt
The girl thought hurt was a sword. It would pierce through her enemies. The woman realized it was a two-way sword.
Today’s Tiny Tale: Angel and Devil
The devil fell for the angel. The angel broke the devil's trust. Now tell, who's the angel and who's the devil?
Home is Where the Heart is
Home. Something yet everything. One place yet many meanings. Sometimes, near. Other times, so far. Yet, it can be felt. A place of protection. A realm of freedom. Somewhere we can be ourselves. A home, not a house. Feelings, not bricks. A reassurance that we will be fine. Years spent don't make it. Warmth received [...]
Love Less
Love less. For then it would hurt less, In places you didn't even know existed. Love less. For then you will miss less Everyone and everything that now make you cry. Love less. For then the mess would be less So you could make a little sense. Love less. Can you surely to this say [...]
If Easy
If it was easy, Why would we even try? Why would we even care? Why would we hang on for dear life? If it was easy, What would be the thrill? What would keep us on our toes? What would make our heart beat wildly? If it was easy, Would it really be worth it? [...]
As You Do, Dad
No one, I repeat, no one Can get on my nerves, As you do, Dad. No one can say, "No," Right to my face, As you do, Dad. No one can make me cry By being brutally honest, As you do, Dad. But no one can do Some other sweet things too, As you do, [...]
To All the Single Ladies
I know exactly how you feel because I am single too. If anything, this is a heart to heart, to let you know that you are not the only one feeling the way you do. There's someone else too. In fact, many. Let's start from the beginning. There's a reason I refrained from calling you [...]
Grey
Neither black nor white, But grey. That is the colour I am. That is the colour we all are. Intentions not evil or saintly, But grey. That is how I roll. That is how we all play. To put me in a box Would be a mistake. To categorise everyone and everything Is the fault [...]
An Author You'll Remember 