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I lit feelings of what nots and what ifs, only to burn them down in ashes . Overthinking isn’t just thinking too much it is building big cities in your heads only to get lost in those small streets. It is holding a matchstick in your hand and letting it reach and burn your finger […]

I lit feelings of what nots and what ifs, only to burn them down in ashes . Overthinking isn’t just thinking too much it is building big cities in your heads only to get lost in those small streets. It is holding a matchstick in your hand and letting it reach and burn your finger

Loneliness isn’t the absence of people , it is the absence of belongingness . When the sunlight sheds its light on everyone present but not you. Sometimes my voice finds a home in ink , the ink I spill in my diary’s pages, it’s not a book it’s my personal universe where I draw stars

At times we all have the nudge to give people a taste of their own medicine but what’s the point? Revenge is that prison in which we’re the jailer as well as the prisoner. It echoes and conjures up those painful times and the memories keep flooding back. Revenge can also be a poisonous fruit

She considered channelling all her pain and rage into vengeance,But behind the Yellings of vengeance Lied an innocent heart that only knew how to forgive.

Why is success always taken as sanguine but failure as adverse? Why can’t we take failure as a feedback and as a room for improvement ? So when that company , that used to be the apple of your eye went down in flames instead of feeling remorseful about it why don’t you try rectifying

Life for me…., is a puzzle, where I navigate through different pieces and try to fit them together to create a meaningful picture. It represents the challenge of understanding ourselves, relationships, and the world around us.From the moment i took my first breath to the moment i will bid farewell, I will be the only