Messengers

Letting pain be your messenger to heal

Narrative of a heartbreak

When your heart breaks into a million pieces

The sea at midnight

Silence. Sometimes you don’t need words to feel a connection. All you need is some good company, a bunch of … More

Letter to the ones coping

Hi, Are you doing okay? It’s a rather funny question. But, has anyone asked you this today – How are … More

Joy

Experience what’s within your soul

Chewing Gum

Stuck and don’t know where to go?

Blur

When you are consumed by fear

The Rain

A magical moment in the rain that can change things for two people.

Within

Verses inspired by a journey within.

Healing

Two friends stuck in different paths in their lives meet to have a conversation on life.

10 minutes

He asked for 10 minutes of her time to get to know her. What happens when she agrees?

The Taxi Ride

Two strangers share a cab and a conversation.

Abuse: Beyond headlines and movements

“Why are the women talking about this now when it happened long ago?” “She should have known.” “She isn’t famous … More

The little things in life

Click click. Walk. Print. Meetings. Presentations. I have found myself having an amazing learning experience recently. Work has been fulfilling. … More

#MeToo

I thought I was alone. A woman. My truth. Against the world. It was dirty. It felt wrong. It happened … More

Feelings

I feel feelings. Some rational. Some irrational. My heart it wants love. My heart it wants to love. Feelings. I … More

Letter to my younger brother

Dear Little Brother, You are no longer little having grown taller than me in stature. You are about to embark … More

Of broken resolutions and hope in a jar

I may not have it all. What I have though, is a precious thing called HOPE bottled up to be used wisely and generously.

Letter to my 18 year old self.

Dear Anusha, You are 18. You have just left home and have started going to college in a different city. … More

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A moment of anxiety

The thoughts, they flow. They know. They go. I breathe. It’s calm. Outside. A storm. Inside. The clock. It ticks. … More

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My body offends

A women’s body offends people and they all try to control it.

Blood

There was a light shining through the rubble. It wasn’t too bright. Just enough to offer hope that there was a way out. Ayesha was trapped beneath the rubble.