Deep mind

Head is blurred. Mind is knotty. Thought is tangled. Missed words? Never mind. Just prompts. Depth of thought. Meanders in your mind. Paths inside your head. Better now? Should be. May be. Just thoughts. Now I think better. Now I feel sober. Now I know. Any other grief? Not at all, chap. Just plots.  …

Third world

We tell our girls to be free, but not from society. We raise them to be ambitious, but not too much. We say we believe in their power in a house made of four walls. We ask them to follow their dreams then call them bad mothers. We tell them your bodies are temples when…

Lavender//

                                                             His eyes always told me                                 a different story  …

Love at first sight.

You pick me off the corner Where I lay Lonely and forgotten. You take me home And close the door And breathe a deep sigh of relief. We’re finally alone You and I. You look at me With love in your eyes And caress me oh-so-lovingly. You breathe in My intoxicating scent. It is disgustingly…

I could write a book

I could write a book about you. Tell it all about your obsessions, your absurd whims, describe your dreams, what you like and what you don’t, unwind your astounding personality in hundreds of pages for them to see you as I do, but… I don’t want to. It may sound selfish, but I wanna be…

Dad//

  Dear Nanna (Translates to Dad), I remember you telling me how I was born to you and amma (Translates to Mom) after 7 years of marriage and it’s been 18 years now, you haven’t stopped treating me like an infant. I very well remember amma telling me how you never let anyone kiss on…

Smile.

Happiness  escapes from your mouth and paints itself across your lips in the form  of a smile.   By Rupali Jeganathan Read more texts by this author Follow on Instagram. Image credit: Spark Artwork

Aimless

Sometimes you must try just for trying, no matter if your try seems aimless. Even if only for fun of leaving a mark, and thus, maybe, achieving something decent. For this seems to be such a short life, so you’d better do your best in the present. When some things seem to be ripe, you…

Have you ever wondered how to be happy? Guide.

A  simple guide and (trivial and superficial) paragraph on how to do the (im)possible. Don’t cry. Cherish every single thing (dollar). Do not let others treat you with disrespect and if they do, act the same way. Love yourself even when you do not have the perfect body image. By the way, look at the…

No fricking idea

I have no fricking idea why I am like that, not this, if I am wretched or happy, why I wasn’t born Pakistani, or why I dislike anise. I have no fricking idea where you go or where you come fro, if to the ski station or the seashore, shall I answer ‘nope’ or rather…

2:00 am

Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It devitalize your skin, eats your bones and leave you weak like a child crying with no voice, like an ocean too salty to roar, like a city full of homes with no sunsets and roses. Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It haunts your thoughts, slave…

The Healing.

When the wolves have stopped howling and the world inside me is quiet, I can hear the silent rhythm of my heart healing.   By Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Read more texts by this author Follow on Instagram. Image credit: _drasan_