The Bookish girl

On a parallel universe, part #1

More than what it did to me, I liked what it did to his mind. I was always a giver. I liked what my love made him feel. I realize now the fact of how I always have a tendency... Continue Reading →


Hi, just here to talk.

I, time and again, realize that I am a person wearing my heart on my sleeves. If someone shows interest on talking to me in a genuine way, I am all ears. It necessarily doesn't have to be in a... Continue Reading →


You are basically a naive writer. You don't really know how much of the screenplay time each one of your character deserves in the story. And often, you tend to get so used to them that you don't let them... Continue Reading →

Finding my closure.

I dont believe in the crap of carrying past unnecessary luggage. One should carry whats needed. Backups and spare parts are meant to be locked away. Not carried heavily to reduce the pace of the journey. You said we should... Continue Reading →

thoughtless thoughts.

Would anything ever really mean anything? Isn't everything only meant to be temporary? Like the spark of love, the yearn of sex, the passion of conversations and the realization of a connection. That's just how it goes. Comes and goes.... Continue Reading →

we are walking away.

And when it's almost time, the cruel time, that I knew would eventually arrive, now or tomorrow, I will be smiling at it. Right after I am done crying everything out of my heart. I am not going to thank... Continue Reading →

state of mind.

I don't know how should I say this. I can't even say if I will be saying what I am feeling. There are things between us that is going great hai. We both agree to it. The energy part or... Continue Reading →

just the same.

I have never been the kind to wish people on their birthdays. Birthdays come and go. And people never fail to be the same.

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