Just a regular 20-year-old girl, with the dream to change the world.
My name is Anushka and it has been so long since I have written an introduction to myself, so forgive me if it is a little chaotic.
I was born in a small town Patna in India 20 years ago. I was the firstborn to my parents, so naturally, I was pampered a lot as a child. I stayed in the same city for the first eighteen years of my life. Needless to say, my life was fairly monotonous. …
A year after the death of her boyfriend, Maya was sitting alone at his grave. It was a habit she could not change anymore. Every Sunday, she visited the graveyard to place a bouquet of lilies on his grave. Before his death, Vineet used to get her the same flowers almost every week. It had gradually become both of their favourites. After almost a year, it was one of the very few things that reminded Maya of her boyfriend. These days it felt as if she had started forgetting him and it was eating her alive.
She was sitting beside his grave for about two hours now when she heard someone behind her. It was the first time she had seen someone else in the cemetery. She got up to leave when he came up to her and said, “I see you every week, but you never stay for so long. What’s different today, if I may ask?” …
Massive disclaimer: I am not a professional photographer and I don't even own a camera.
I enjoy taking pictures of basically everything going on around me. At any point in time, my mobile camera roll is filled with pictures of random things like leaves, cakes, cloudy sky or even clear sky. Anything that grabs my attention for more than 15 seconds is featured in my phone gallery.
That, of course, is an exaggeration, but you get the point, right?
I like taking pictures of everything, even those things which are not artistic or beautiful in any way.
Don’t just stop at taking pictures in functions or parties, there are many therapeutic ways in which photography can improve your life. It has helped me a lot and it can help you as well. Let me show you how! …
“No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it’s a miracle.”
― Jodi Picoult, The Pact
There are some books which hold a special place in our hearts. For me, The Pact by Jodi Picoult is one such book. I read this book back when I was thirteen and it truly moulded the meaning of love and friendship for me. And to this day, I feel gravitated towards this book.
The novel keeps you hooked with its engaging premise and interesting narration style. The author's decision to shift perspective to different characters allows the readers to see things from a different point of view each time. The story also shifts in time which keeps the mystery of the novel at a peak. …
I stop at your name,
when I scroll down my contact list.
This never used to happen before,
I guess there is something special in you.
Your smile makes me blush,
your words seem to make my day.
I laugh at your lamest jokes,
and all this happens so naturally.
Never did I experience this before,
you have charisma, I cannot resist.
But sometimes I wonder if you even notice me,
or am I just one of your fangirls?
Don’t leave me on hold, my dear,
because I will always wait for you.
My eyes will find you in the crowd,
and my lips will always say your name.
I wish you weren't so unattainable
because you fit in my life perfectly.
You are the greatest gift I could ever ask for,
and the one present I might never get.
Yes, it’s that time of the year again!
From listening to Spotify wrapped or watching archives of Snapchat stories, we are all reflecting on the year gone by. This can be especially disheartening considering that this year many of our plans could not be executed the way we wanted them to. So, it’s natural that we’ll end up making some far-fetched resolutions!
To end this cycle of determination, optimism, failure and disappointment, this year let us do something different. …
These people walk without noticing,
the shadows of my feet.
They will not feel my disappearance,
nor will they ever miss my presence.
The streets will find new footprints,
that bury mine beneath theirs.
And the flowers and trees,
will find newer faces to look at.
Will my birds and dogs remember me
when I don’t show up?
Or will they find,
other faces that look the same as mine?
My existence is transient,
yet I had hoped to leave a mark.
But on the day of my departure,
I see unfamiliar faces walk in.
Ready to take my vacant spot,
and wipe my legacy forever.
“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” This is a very popular quote associated with motivational speaker, Jim Rohn. And you might dispute its validity, but you can surely not disagree with the fact that friends have a huge impact on our life and well-being.
2020 for me was a year of deep reflection. After all, what else would one do when they have almost nothing to do all day? Nonetheless I definitely understood that all those whom I called my “friends” basically drifted apart barely within a month.
And that got me wondering that I was carrying so many people along with who couldn’t care less about me. Moreover there were surely those who were restricting my growth and having a very negative impact on my life. And my experience in dealing with such people has made me realize that it’s just not worth the trouble. …
My heart belongs with you,
my life feels desolate without you.
Every waking moment I wait,
hoping to find your remains within me.
Afraid of losing your alluring face,
in the pool of unwanted memories.
Each day, I yearn for the day,
when we will unite again.
I left my home behind,
to find my new abode.
Hardships came my way often,
but I tried to keep a brave face.
I triumphed in my endeavors,
but I could never feel the content I desired.
’Cause I know my heart lies at home,
but now I’ll be a stranger in my own birthplace.
They would have moved on,
and started living a life without me.
My bed would no longer have my scent,
and my drawers would’ve been rearranged.
My home no longer requires my presence,
yet I’ll go back to my loved ones some day.
Will I disorient their life like before,
and leave them behind again?