Her Type


I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.

The little boy requested nature to paint its canvas in white and it ushered snow.

Although I like constructing my own meaning of life and am still adding new pages to it. But I seldom find myself going back and forth to reading the wise words of J. Krishnamurti. Because of his great understanding of the complexity of human behaviour, nature and mind, which seems intriguing to me. Today, we…

She always enjoyed going for walks on cloudy days. But during this time of the year, she wasn’t feeling her best. Since she was blossoming from a girl to a lady, and the world around her was changing rapidly. Responsibilities, heartaches, career, passion, and laziness were swirling around her creating a whirlpool of thoughts. Now…

They asked him whether he had plans for the day. In a sore voice, he replied, “No I’m going to stay home today”. The stutter in his voice made the caller think, whether it was the cold that’s making his voice droop or it was the chilliness of his attitude. Both lamely talked and disconnected…

Sometimes a scene from a movie, a short romantic quote from a novel, or random lines by an anonymous writer says— what you always wanted to say to your beloved, but were falling short of words. Because not everybody can be a wordsmith or an eloquent orator, who showers words like glitter. So don’t be…

“Those who were beautiful were never wonderful, and those who were wonderful, were either possessed or were extremely insane. I always had a natural affinity for the latter, they needed to be cared for, they needed to be loved. They needed to be hit with a dagger in their heart, to make them realise how…