Being Twenty

Can I just say, I did not look forward to turning twenty. I mean, as long as I had “teen” in my age’s spelling, I had the right to feel like someone’s baby. which I guess was somewhat comforting because I have never really felt like anyone’s baby. The thought of turning twenty gave me anxiety, butterflies in my stomach, not the beautiful kind. I … Continue reading Being Twenty

solitude

I read somewhere that solitude isn’t the absence of love, but its complement. Depending on how you look at it, this could be true or false. According to me though, this is true. I think the greatest and most difficult love affair is with ourselves. I mean, who can confidently say that they love who they are at all times? And it has taken me … Continue reading solitude

words are tsunamis, yet we splash them around like puddles.

“words are tsunamis, yet people splash them around like puddles.” hell like yeah. “you are cold and somewhat cocooned.” while this is somewhat true, I am yet to think of anything that has made me question myself as much. I think by now, most of you know that i am an introvert. so it goes without saying that i am not good with people. i … Continue reading words are tsunamis, yet we splash them around like puddles.

on what if’s

What if? This has proven to be the most tormenting question in my life. I think I finally understand what Sheldon Cooper means when he says that unresolved situations are so uncomfortable for him; that they are like an itch in his brain he can’t scratch. I do not think there is anything worse than spending your days wondering how different things would have turned … Continue reading on what if’s