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.
It’s the little things that bother you to an extent nothing else does. It’s the little feelings that are hard to decipher and hard to tame. It’s difficult to get people to understand you, sometimes it’s difficult to understand yourself. But writing them down can make your heart feel a little lighter.
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.
Onam, a festival that people long to celebrate, a festival that brings everyone together, a festival that invokes joy and oneness, a festival close to the hearts of all Malayalis. But what does it look like from the perspective of someone who isn’t a Malayali. Read this piece to find out.
Cranked up to a window pane, listening to my favourite songs through earphones and looking out as rain drops splatter on the ground one by one, paints quite a common imagery doesn’t it? With the onset of this monsoon season, join me as I talk about what my thoughts are when it rains, what atmosphere rain usually creates and why is it so captivating when it comes to self reflection.
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.
Passion burns a fiery red and Sadness spends her days under the rain. Ambition likes to sit and watch the world burn down and clear the path for her rule, and Selfishness wears bright pink lipstick and stomps over everything. Surprise likes the shade of shock and Hatred splits the Earth in two. People are nothing and everything all at once, people are different emotions draped all at once. It sweeps through them in rivulets, forming and building until it is everything and nothing at all.
Sure we all find conspiracy theories intriguing and what fascinates us more is how they all have patterns, making them more appealing. But did you wonder why is that is and how these theories are crafted to achieve that? What mind games do these conspiracy theorists play with OUR mind? Unravel these answers as you read our piece. Happy unraveling!
Daedalus spent his last years in Egypt after his son Icarus went down with Apollo. But we don’t know that. Circe doesn’t know that. What I do know is that I am on borrowed time, and I don’t have the power to shift the ropes of fate according to my whims and fancies.
The fourth Sunday of July every year which is the 25th of July this year is celebrated as Parent’s Day. The most important thing about Parent’s Day is that all of us identify the contributions of our parents, how much they work for us, be gratuitous towards them, express our love for them and not take them for granted.