Cry Me A River Baby...

Next time I think I am emotional and extra sensitive, I am going to think about him. And all the men I know. And I'll feel better.

Stars...

"Why am I different from others?"

"Why, do you have to be like others?"



Simply beautiful.

The sky is vast enough for all of us to shine. And when we all shine, the sky will only look more beautiful.

Don't Try...

Loved this. "Don't try"

Too many writers write for the wrong reasons. They want to get famous or they want to get rich or they want to get laid by the girls with bluebells in their hair. (Maybe that last ain't a bad idea).

When everything works best it's not because you chose writing but because writing chose you. It's when you're mad with it, it's when it's stuffed in your ears, your nostrils, under your fingernails. It's when there's no hope but that.

A Broken Horse By The River...

Okay, I am seriously tired of people asking me what my "relationship" status is. I am sick of it, bored and pissed off. In real life, I have always been a private person and I always will be (which is why this blog). So stop asking me these questions. Stop channelling Karan Johar and don't think I am stupid enough to fall for those sly lousy questions. I don't understand why people are so obsessed with others' love lives. Unless, unless, you are a good friend, in which case, trust me, I'l wake you up at 2am and tell you who makes me happy and who is making me cry. So really. STOP.

And what is wrong with the men? Where is the romance? These days they don't even wait for you to finish telling your name before coming out with, "your place or mine". Really. Men. NO!

Erase...

Apple needs to make an iCringe app that somehow connects to your brain and deletes all your embarrassing, cringe-worthy memories. Like your dressing style in the past that you passed off as "latest fashion" or then orange-coloured lipstick, terrible hairstyles, your choice in men (really, what was I thinking falling for those men?), or then your MBA application essays. I cringe. What in the sweet loving name of God was I thinking? Uff!

The Love Language...

Daylight's coming, the sun is blazing
New beginnings seep into you
But in the end it's distant shadows
That finally overwhelm your senses
And this time around
Is it love that you crown?
And this time around
You'll be more than who you are

It is in you, to carry on
It is in you, to lay down fears that hold
It is in you, to find your way home

Why I Take 20 Minutes In The Loo...

Totally ass-tounding this!