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Dearest Krishna, Are you listening? I really hope you are listening. We need to talk. I need you to listen. A few hours ago, one of my friends asked me, ‘Bala, when was the last time you have lost faith?’ It was a pretty deep question, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because
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What’s still Possible? So,you’re sitting there. And you are reading this post, with a broken heart and a bruised soul. Life has beaten the crap out of you. And it was not just a blunt expelliarmus stunt, I’m talking about a straight Avada Kedavra status. You’re drained emotionally and your sprit is exhausted. Your confidence
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Honest confession: I find the whole concept of being ‘in a relationship’ awkward and confusing. Never in real life, have I crossed path with a guy and thought ‘Maybe I’ll marry him’ or ‘I think I like him.’ And I’m absolutely okay with it! Don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those romantically handicapped
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Hey there reader! This is a post that’s written completely based on all my personal experiences. I’m not claiming to be a philosopher or spiritualist but I’m a single girl in her early twenties trying to sort herself out, which (I hope) makes me eligible enough to preach this important piece of wisdom to you.
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My Dearest Amma, All along my life, I’ve never known fear ma. I’ve never had stage fright. I’ve never feared to speak out my feelings. I’ve never been scared to stand by my personal values and principles. I’ve never feared to stand for what I believe. It’s all because you taught me well. You taught
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This story is a part of an anthology. Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here. The first day I met Mrs. Maya was also the first day I felt pure hatred for my name. I’m no psychologist, but its subconscious human nature I guess. If we share a name with
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This story is a part of an anthology. Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here. The lightening that struck occasionally was the only source of illumination we had to form a mental strategy of how we were going to proceed. It was a fairly rugged terrain with the cold and
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Dear person who said Everything-Happens-For-A-Reason, What drugs were you on? Sincerely, Lost-Girl. I’m not usually this pessimistic, but pardon me; there is always some random crap in everyone’s existence that we just can’t explain. Why do certain episodes in life take up an evil turn without a happy ending to anticipate? I mean, is reason,
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Summer, 2001 “It’s nothing really.” I heard my cousin beg. “Get on the boat. It’ll be fun.” “Don’t force me. You go! ” There was no way I was getting on that thing. “It won’t be fun without you.” She continued to plead. “Please?” Anyone who has been to the Kodaikanal Lake would identify it
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This story is a part of an anthology. Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here. – Unlike most kids, Akash had a lucid first memory of his Grandpa. He was nine years old when their grandfather first visited him. A very long family feud had kept him away from his
Bala karthiga M 