Love and no other drugsA certain fog engulfs my mind as I try to collect my thoughts enough to pen them down. So, it becomes extremely crucial at 2 in the morning…Oct 18Oct 18
OneFrom a young age, I always felt lonely. Don’t misunderstand me, I was a happy kid, with plenty of friends. Chirpy, spreading my sunshine…Aug 27Aug 27
To be or not to beSince you guys act as my therapist, hello, my friends at Medium. I want to talk about a thought that has been plaguing me for a while. It…Aug 27Aug 27
To be or not to beIt has been a while since I last wrote, so my pen might be a little rusty. It is still better than my dead brain or what it feels like…Aug 27Aug 27
A yearTomorrow marks one year since the official deadline for mourning. But, Pragya, there is no deadline for grieving; you can mourn as long as…Dec 30, 2022Dec 30, 2022
Processing lifeAs you might have guessed, (if anyone is even reading) that writing is the way I process my life. It might not be the best way to do that…Dec 27, 2022Dec 27, 2022
AbsenceDespite the bleak title, this is for love. Bear with me though, your girl is trying to process 4 years of emotions in this meager article.Dec 15, 2022Dec 15, 2022
Dating the ‘quirky’ kindCoined by film critic Nathan Rabin, this is a term for a character that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive…Feb 28, 2021Feb 28, 2021
SilenceSitting in the absolute silence, I felt farthest away from home. I wonder what has changed? Is the new building just behind our home or…Dec 28, 2020Dec 28, 2020
