The Stories We Tell Ourselves, and the Stories We Are Asked to Believe
I love stories, reading them and writing them. Sometimes I go looking in my own head for why I react so differently to stories that look almost identical, and so similarly to stories that have nothing in common. Is it the reader in me arguing with the writer? Have I simply outgrown certain stories? Or is it only the mood I am in that day? This post is a walk through that argument. And yes, I do carry multiple threads of thought at once, whether that is multitasking coming easily because I am a woman, or my ADHD brain doing exactly what it does best.
अपने हिस्से का जीवन
कुछ जीवन हमें मिलता है, कुछ हमें स्वयं गढ़ना पड़ता है। यह कविता अपने हिस्से के सपनों, प्रेम, बिछड़नों, आत्मसम्मान और जीने की जिद की कहानी है।
Million Things Unsaid
Sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is finding words that feel worthy of what you feel. Million Things Unsaid is about everything that remains in the heart after the conversation ends.
