Snippets from my Diary; The Hideous

That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. "How?" her best friend asked. "It's simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes." she would answer.

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Snippets From my Diary; The Mother Hen

​​I was a good child. Never too demanding. A rather caring one. As I grew up, that trait became more of an instinct. I would know when someone was going through a hard time. I would know when someone was hiding a dark secret. I would know when someone had cried the night before. I [...]

My Writings: A War at Bloom (Prose) – Video

Having been down with sore-throat, the audio didn't come out too smooth. But hey, there's always next time. Thank you for the feedback on the last video. I worked a tad bit more on the video for this one. Cheers and peace! https://youtu.be/qpxz39mwAvU

My Writings: Infinity (Prose) – Video

Hello, everyone. I'm finally making a post after quite a while. This time, it'll be slightly different. Let me know by whatever means what you think about it! Peace. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM2-F1ZSaSs

Happy Mother’s Day and R.I.P. (The Hardest Post I’ve Ever Had To Write!)

Alright, then. It's finally time. I've NEVER spoken about my Mom on a public platform or for that matter, I don't even talk about her with my friends or my family, because talking or even thinking about her feels worse than dying on being stabbed with the sharpest knife a one thousand and ninety-nine times [...]

My Writings: Under The Stained Hoodie – A short story

Wilson relaxed back in the sofa, straightening the crease in his premium leather coat, taking a sip of the drink lying on the table next to him. "I want you to kill me." "I'm sorry..?" Matt almost spit through his open jaw.. He had heard Wilson was an overly pampered super-celebrity with a twisted head, but there probably truly wasn't a limit to how much of one he could be.

Snippets from my diary: So, how old am I?

I remember how back when i was a kid, being 20, was what I thought the oldest somebody could get. Now that I am 20 (and 14 days, for that matter), things haven’t changed a lot. In fact, nothing feels different. I mean, other than the fact I’m no more a teen (and of course, [...]

Behind her smile so wide!

Behind a smile so wide, She was breaking apart inside, Her feelings had started to shatter, She knew, to no-one she'll ever matter! She was never understood, No body felt what she felt,  She hid under a yellow hood, And tried letting go of the broken pieces of glass she held. She sighed and cried, [...]

Snippets from my diary; Existence and Non-Existence, how do they truly matter?

I've been busy with med school for the past few months, needless to say they felt like eternity. I'll make a little confession and say I've been short of ideas for my blog. Kinda like, 'the ink of my imagination has dried up', and the very basic element of writing anything is imagination, be it [...]