stained.

your fingers stained my skin, leaving it like a scene to enjoy at sunrise. your words stained my life, leaving it like a scene to cry over at sunset. Take Care, From the not so-

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chennai that was madras

when i was 5, i met this girl for the first time. school taught me home is made out of brick and cement, but this girl told me home is made out of traffic and “take diversions”. every time i looked out of the window, i could see her beauty in the form of lighthouses […]

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unhappy artists.

to be an artist is to be unhappy. a popular formula that runs in letter and paint, dripping in intervals like tear and rain. a little boy once asked me, “what does it take to make something lasting”, and i told him, “broken emotions.” it’s all heart and art, until someone stops feeling. we are […]

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pain.

pain. it’s a good thing. torturous as it may seem, you need it. you need it as much as you need happiness. you need it to even know what happiness is. next time you get hurt, know that it’s okay. it’s okay to shed some sadness. but, never let this moment destroy the next. never […]

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note to girls like me.

this is a note to girls like me. this is a note to girls. so that friend you had left you, and that job you had is now a joke, also you find it hard to walk in heels. i understand, the hurricane ate me too. from a drunk night, that is bound to happen […]

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