Nirvana

Catharsis is Nirvana.

Cave drawings. Parchments heavy with emotion. Journals soaked in pale ink and vivid memories. An envelope braving the world in search of another. Splashes of paint rebelling against grey walls.

Black letters on a white screen spilling from my fingertips.

Restless

When the whole universe remains restless, from electrons to galaxies, what hope does my heart have?

Snippet #24

That’s the way with cages; they are usually invisible for those imprisoned inside

Namita Gokhale

(The Blind Matriarch)

Flying Kites

At times, I feel like I might be going a little mad.

Sanity hangs by a thread, entwined in my fingers, and I watch it wave and dance in the wind, enticing me to let go.

Escape From Existence

I travel a lot these days. There is an exhilaration, some sense of wild excitement that envelops every time I’m in a new place. I hate the part where I know I am leaving – the idea of packing and all the enormous set of decisions and planning to account for my absence takes a toll on me; always has, even through college, even when it is about the return – but the butterflies and frown lines dissolve the moment I am finally, irrevocably in a moving vehicle and on my way.

Fangirling Over Korean Vlogs

The newest thing that I’ve decided I want to be is a Korean homemaker.

Since ethnicities aren’t interchangeable and I have no plans of shifting out there, perhaps I should elaborate.