Bring It On Home To Me

You know, there are some years of your life that just pass by, you don’t know who you are anymore, you are someone, but that isn’t you. You live in the same body, you breathe from the same lungs, you look from the same eyes but you’re not you, get-it? Let’s call them the Oblivious

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Black Swan

Have you seen Natalie Portman’s Black Swan? The one that won her an oscar? Well, that movie is what cinematic excellence looks like. This blog isn’t related to the movie but is about something that sparked off in my mind when i was watching it. We all are versions of black swan in some moments.

We Just Are

When i was a kid, all i ever wanted to be was happy. I was happy when i saw my bestfriend wait with an empty seat for me, when my teacher asked me to distribute the biscuits, when i got a ten on ten in dictation or when i got those cute erasers from the

my mind wanders off to the possibilities of the future, to think of all that’s possible and all that’s not, but there’s a lil hope in some corner, that dares to tell me, that it’ll be alright. till when should i persist? maybe a lil longer i’ll stop when it gets too much or when