Posted on by Swathi

And then I shine.

Some mornings I wake up with a deep existential dread. It feels like my hold on life is slipping. There are no right words to describe this melancholic state of mind. I feel a great heaviness pushing me down, like I am sinking into nothingness. I feel crushed and insignificant. I cannot bear the unbearable…

Posted on by shaliniraakendra

Remnants Of An Invisible War

Not all battles are apparent and not all wars make rattling good history. They say that you must choose your battles wisely. What they fail to mention is that war takes you, with or without choice. Here’s the thing about war— you never leave it unscathed. It breaks you in more ways than one leaving…