If only we could live a life full of love and free of guilt...

Reminders of you are all around me, and yet I miss you the most...

The day when time felt like a fictional element,

the purple-red sky seemed to have been coloured to match the mood of our mind,

you gave me something to come back to...

In a parallel universe, what would you wish for?

What's your favourite distraction?

All of my emotions carry a side dish of anxiety nowadays. As I'm on the brink of a new move as well, I'm more filled with nervousness than excitement. New city, new career choice and a new reality, how much time is apt enough to process all this?

The pandemic brought with it a silence I couldn't find my way out of,

the clock hanging in the room became a remnant of a time of our lives when happiness was still around...

People say that they miss you, but what does their heart actually mean?

These are a f𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦...

It makes me wonder if maybe we are more fascinated by the idea of falling in love, rather than falling for a person. That for us, this idea is so romanticized, painted in such beautiful colors, that we feel an aching emptiness without its existence in our life, and that’s why we continually starve for it, be it in the smallest ways possible.