The Words with Wings

 This is a question I saw on social media, and the comments had all sorts of answers, ranging from parents to siblings to friends to partners. But it made me wonder, what about those who don't go to anyone when they're falling apart? What if some of us have handled ourselves for so long that we don't know how to ask for help? Now, don't get me wrong, I love and respect my family and friends, and sooner or later, they do get to know if I was facing something. But maybe I just don't know how to break down in front of them.  Growing up, some of us were told we were overreacting when we tried to open up, while others were told we were easy children who handled everything on our own very well. However, did we? We probably just started believing that we can't trust anyone but ourselves. Because what if we get ridiculed when we're pouring our hearts out? Or what if the other person is just indifferent to our concerns? Both of those scenarios lead to us getting hurt...

 All my life, I've been told that I'm too much...     Too angry     Too loud     Too irritated     Too weird     Too boyish     Too uptight     Too much to handle  And guess what, I am all of that! But why does being too much always have to be a bad thing? Yes, I am too much, but that also means I love and get excited too much, amidst an ocean of negativity. I feel everything to the deepest, and one could argue it's annoying, but I like to believe it's what sets you apart. Rather than shrinking to help the world understand and doing things half-assed, I wear my heart on my sleeve. I want the world to know that I am too much and that not everyone has the power to handle this kind of too much, so the right people will eventually come along. That being said, don't we all love being too much in one aspect of life or another, just to feel a little something? Don't you have a crazy obsession that makes you "you"? ...

For the longest time, I've been afraid of promises. And I don't want this to become a sob story, so I'll keep this part short; My Nana passed away when I was 15 years old, and he was truly my person - a bundle of joy and love (somehow even in his most challenging times). If anyone has ever made me feel like anything is possible, it was him! Almost a month before that dreadful day came was my birthday, and he'd been quite sick for a while by then, having had about 5 surgeries recently. He used to love singing and dancing, and on my birthday, as we turned on his favourite songs, we asked him to have a little dance with us, but he said, "Not this time, but next year, I promise!" and now, as we know it, next year never came. So, for years, all I could think whenever someone promised me something was that Nana had also promised, and this too would never happen. This made life a little weird since I started being scared of promises in general (yeah, even I didn'...

I was not gonna miss a chance to title my blog with this (and for those of you who haven't watched the movie, "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past," I would highly recommend you do it if you're looking for some light, witty comedy).  When you're in an MBA college, you tend to see a lot of breakups around you (don't discount yours!). This got me discussing breakups and post-breakup rituals with my friends. One of my good friends suggested that if I have to go through a breakup, I'll hand my phone to my girlfriend (or ex - whatever the moment calls for) and ask her to delete all our photos and chats, so that we know that it's for real and it's time to move on. And I just couldn't disagree more. But then again, there could be different perspectives here. I don't think it's fair for either of the parties to delete every trace of what they had because even if it was for a short time, you loved each other and shared some amazing and happy moments toge...

This is a question that I've been trying to answer for a while now. And I thought everyone had some sort of checklist for what makes a date good enough for them. So, I wanted to try to have one too, but the more people I met, the more I realised that you can't really define a decent date. Because even if you stay the same (which is hardly the case with me), the person you'll meet next could be completely different from the one you previously met. And that creates the possibility of liking an activity with someone that you hated with someone else.  So, I've been on a few dates lately, just to realise how messed up our dating app culture is:/// - And yes, this made me not just delete the apps but also almost hate men in general, but I guess that's the story for another blog!  Talking about the few dates I've been to, each one was really different. And just to put it out there, I love going on dates, to which my friends keep asking me "WHY?" - So, I'd...

Someone just asked me this exact question, and I went through a whirlwind of emotions trying to answer that, so I thought of writing about it. I've always wondered how people are able to choose one particular flower whenever they're asked this specific question because I surely can't give one single answer. I absolutely adore flowers. I love them to my core, and that's why I love to paint them and doodle them wherever possible. I've always felt that flowers are the most perfect little things in this world. Even when they're of different colors and even when they have various shapes and sizes, all you can do is love them. They're perfect even on days that they are not, which is a natural miracle for us to experience. But talking about my favourite flowers.... I love the scent of roses, so all of my perfumes revolve around all kinds of rose fragrances from the Red Rose to the China Rose.  I love the elegance and the passion that Tulips exhibit. They nudge you ...