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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
This book is an aftermath of a reluctant friendship with someone incompatible with you and over several years of building a profound relationship and understanding with them, you realise in the middle of a particularly vulnerable conversation at 3 am that you have fallen madly and irrevocably in love with them. This book is about the sudden guilt and fear that swallows the insides of your body thinking about the consequences of your actions and feelings. This
This book is an aftermath of a reluctant friendship with someone incompatible with you and over several years of building a profound relationship and understanding with them, you realise in the middle of a particularly vulnerable conversation at 3 am that you have fallen madly and irrevocably in love with them. This book is about the sudden guilt and fear that swallows the insides of your body thinking about the consequences of your actions and feelings. This book is about sitting beside them with a bowl full of ice cream on the roof at night, high from the rest of the world, almost touching the moon. This book is about falling but never reaching anywhere. This is just the book for you- if you love too much.
hey. this is me loving. fighting. hurting. healing. surviving. somehow I’ve managed not to let these stories flow along with my tears. saved some of them for you. this is my soul on your lap. loving. fighting. hurting. healing. surviving. I hope this isn’t all that heavy-
“i’m sorry, i fell”- a collection of letters, complaints, wishes, hopes and thoughts. Every time he has been tearing open this fresh wound, again and again, not allowing it to heal but does he know? I could love him better than he could love me and that's my faith.
I aggressively scribble when I'm angry, revengeful and rebellious. And when I'm in love, my pen is like the most delicate thing I've ever touched. When the sadness hovers over my mind, my pen cries on behalf of my eyes. I laugh along with the jumping words on my diary and my pen makes its way through the drunken letters. Betrayal's the way for the phrases to unleash the demon within me and there's no way anyone can calm it down except the satisfaction I
I aggressively scribble when I'm angry, revengeful and rebellious. And when I'm in love, my pen is like the most delicate thing I've ever touched. When the sadness hovers over my mind, my pen cries on behalf of my eyes. I laugh along with the jumping words on my diary and my pen makes its way through the drunken letters. Betrayal's the way for the phrases to unleash the demon within me and there's no way anyone can calm it down except the satisfaction I get after I finish jotting down my feelings in a random yet somehow similar shape to my soul.
Moods are like different flavours to live a life and I write about them, creating multicoloured abstractions. My very personal POLYCHROMATIC MUSINGS.
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