The Hollow’ed Call

I tried sleeping for hours and hours by making my room as cold as possible, tightly wrapping myself into my thick rug. But I just could not fall asleep because my brain keeps harking back to the echoes of that phone call that I just heard. My mind was just playing that scene over and over and over again in my head as if it were like a nightmare but I still did not know how to react to it.

Till death did us part.

We live for the people around us. If we are scared of death, it is only in part because of the pain, the rest is a mind-numbing fear of losing what we know, who we know. There is family, there are friends. But sometimes, we find that relationships form in the most unlikely of places. It might be a negative one, no matter. Only, we might never fully comprehend the depth of it till we face a void that cannot be filled, till death and damnation. Can hate cause a wistfulness as potent as love?

Confidence is key

Inhale confidence, exhale doubt. If you don’t believe in yourself, why would anyone believe in you?
Self-confidence is the key which opens the door to a million possibilities. Keeping that door locked will only limit your opportunities for success. So, dive in to find out how to identify low self-confidence traits and how to build it right up.

The Stoic overflow

Silence is a feel-good way to spend some time when you are upset, but not until you start suppressing your agonies and hardships. This is when you become a stoic. You think a million times, overthink and rethink before you say something. And by the time it starts choking you, you’d regret not having expressed it earlier.

Growing Up

I don’t remember growing up, I can’t remember when I stopped asking for goodnight kisses or sliding into my parent’s bed after having a nightmare. I don’t remember when my morning routine changed from getting out of bed for breakfast to staying in and convincing myself that I am enough and I’m hardly convinced. I’m turning 20 next week and it feels a lot older than it’s supposed to.

A Tale Of Two Nights

Loud noises of the Gypsy Jeeps were echoing in every alleyway. Alleyways stuffed with people as far as the eye could see. While most of them were rushing to listen to The Man in White speak, a few seemed to be making their way out of the crowd, almost as if they were looking for something precious that they had just lost. Pandemonium. This was the only possible way to describe the night, right in the middle of which was a young girl.