In a recent therapy session, my therapist asked me to differentiate between the people I allow into my home and the people I allow into my heart. This question baffled me. How can one differentiate the two! How can I let someone into my home who is not already in my heart? After hours of…
Before you read: This was written in an epiphanic moment, while my bladder was full, waiting to take the urine test at a clinical lab. It was first shared as an instagram post in my personal profile. Now, here we go. There are errors and mistakes. I didn't bother to edit as I wanted this…
I read those words and thought about you I believe your knife wasn’t all that sharp… or was it? I don’t remember. Or I’d rather forget. A long knife - shimmered with gold So blunt - yet I managed to bleed. The carpet is soaked crimson My stomach is folded into crisp sheets My limbs…
I’ve seen my mother face domestic violence since I was a child. Growing up in an environment where individual liberty and self expression had no space for existence, I soon learnt to survive by making myself invisible. But in my most private thoughts, I always felt the need to fight for women’s rights. Maybe it…
Mental stigma is prevalent and prominent enough to address. My social and individual hemisphere was fabricated with this stigma and its connecting lies for a very long time with much pervasivity. I remember as a literature student we were given the opportunity to analyse the bizarre associated with racism, feminism, mental health etc. I was…
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