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I wasn’t alone. I had me. So I cried to my heart’s content.

The world moves around me and I manage to remain in a haze of infatuation, My constant this year.

‘Let me ask you out and say the words I want you to say’

Perhaps we all hope for a love which makes our heart less heavy.

The best part about writing is that - You can, without fear, paint anyone you fancy with your big and small words.

If you can give out one thing, teach others to be strong even in the face of their desire to end their own life.

When you get out of rut after more than year of hassle, even delivering lab results feels like party.

Let’s think hard. Think hard before hitting on ‘share’ , ‘like’ , ‘comment’ icon on social media.

A fallen leaf, a beating heart and a stolen gaze in closed spaces.

Sometimes when grief weighs us down, we do need to strike that cord which makes us breathe again.