This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at … Continue reading What do writers write about?
Tag: writing
will she let her thoughts win?
She was scribbling in her roomwaiting for her doom she was scrolling through the hatredwanting to crawl back into her blanket she passed the time staring at the ceilingonly to lose all her happy feelings she lays stillknowing the drill time for her to get outbefore she loses herself for clout she was too lateto … Continue reading will she let her thoughts win?
Numb
Numb. I have lost the sensation and feeling for every part of my body. It felt like someone had pulled out all the emotions inside me. I was nothing but an empty shell; hurting from within yet unable to sense. It might not make sense. Unlike joy, it is difficult while trying to express your … Continue reading Numb
midnight
Have you ever met people whose stories you hold close to your heart? The ones you meet by chance. The ones with tales that make your heart heavy when you look back at them. The ones who look cheerful whenever you have a conversation with them during the day. The ones who opened up only … Continue reading midnight
hide & seek
My favourite game as a kid was hide and seek. It was a thrilling experience to run away and hide in the most obvious place to camouflage yourself. As an adult, I have mastered the game and can hide pretty well. So, where do I hide? I scribble words on paper and throw them right … Continue reading hide & seek
insecure
You have heard me talk about my insecurities haunting and keeping me up at night, but little do you know what they are. I let my mouth run when I’m nervous and leave you with secrets I never meant to share. You can be a stranger, and this can be oversharing, but that thought does … Continue reading insecure
My World Shifted
Over the past year, there were a lot of instances when I wanted to start writing again. But I kept thinking 'later' every single time. My ideas came in after the lights were out while staring at nothing in the pitch dark room and the faint sound of cars in the background. I was lazy … Continue reading My World Shifted
Little Things
// your hands fits in mine like it’s made just for mebut bear this in mind, it was meant to be We do not hold hands often as it makes my palms sweaty. But, in the few times that we have had our hands intertwined, it has made me believe in fairy tales. I might … Continue reading Little Things
The other side
When I was ten years old, my parents took me to a new park to ride my bicycle. I had finally learnt how to ride without my training wheels and, this park had a track to ride on. That was when I saw you. My father told me to only look at things on my … Continue reading The other side
My kind of smile
The smile I flash a stranger when they look familiar to me, but my brain has not processed from where I know them. Most of the time, it is a wrong guess and, I smile at a stranger. I make them feel uncomfortable in the 30 seconds that it takes to walk past me. I … Continue reading My kind of smile
World of Jeana 