She wakes at five, in linen white,
To a window kissed with glowing morning light,
Her life is soft, her steps are small,
She drinks her matcha, journals it all.
Continue readingShe wakes at five, in linen white,
To a window kissed with glowing morning light,
Her life is soft, her steps are small,
She drinks her matcha, journals it all.
Continue readingLately, there’s been an onslaught of news about plane crashes. Not just an isolated incident- a strange pattern. Different countries, different airlines, different reasons, but the same quiet fear that rises every time.
Continue readingFueled by dangerous winds, changing directions and incredibly dry conditions, wildfires were kickstarted across various parts of Los Angeles last week. The Eaton and Palisades fires are still actively raging through greater Los Angeles, and a new onslaught of Santa Ana winds is expected to bring extreme wildfire danger to Southern California.
Santa Ana refers to a strong hot dry foehn wind from the north, northeast, or east in southern California(Merriam-Webster).
Continue readingFor readers of Girl in Pieces and The Way I Used to Be comes an emotionally gripping story about facing hard truths in the aftermath of sexual assault. Mara and Owen are as close as twins can get, so when Mara’s friend Hannah accuses Owen of rape, Mara doesn’t know what to think. Can her brother really be guilty of such a violent act? Torn between her family and her sense of right and wrong, Mara feels lost, and it doesn’t help that things are strained with her ex-girlfriend, Charlie. As Mara, Hannah, and Charlie come together in the aftermath of this terrible crime, Mara must face a trauma from her own past and decide where Charlie fits into her future. With sensitivity and openness, this timely novel confronts the difficult questions surrounding consent, victim blaming, and sexual assault.
Sometimes I stand there, barefoot in my nightwear,
The emotion in my eyes, concentrated in an angry glare,
In my heart’s abyss, burns a furious flame,
Everyone around me, on them I pin the blame.
All of us have hobbies. Be it reading, listening to music, or exercising, there’s always a safe place we dedicate our time to whenever we have leisure time on our hands, or when we’re feeling down.
Continue readingSorry about the delay! I was swamped with assessments and was unable to find time to write during that frenzy. As a matter of fact, this post is inspired by an assessment topic.
Enjoy!
Continue readingI have always been, am and will be a pure Swiftie. I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO HER SINCE I WAS BORN.
No, I haven’t, I’m not that old.
TAYLOR SWIFT ISN’T OLD EITHER, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT, I PROMISE.
I had been hoping she would somehow, miraculously perform close to where I lived since the moment I shifted to Australia, it being an influential music industry and all. And when my phone tinged with a promise of her landing on Sydney’s sunny shores in February 2024, I was ecstatic. I was bouncing off the walls, so very, very sure that we’d get tickets because I had signed up to whatever membership required to be able to access presale and general sale tickets. I even briefed my father on his mission, and he cancelled all his work calls on both days. My mum promised to log into Ticketek at her workplace, because according to the news, about a minimum of 4 million people would pounce on a ticket availability of only 450,000.
Continue readingI had submitted this piece of writing to the Ocean Awareness Writing Contest a few months back. Hope you enjoy reading it!
The mother glances fondly at her children, a pod of three slate-grey, white-patterned teenage whales, a smile materializing on her snout. Her smile fades though, as she contemplates their skinny bodies and starved faces. Their eyes are devoid of joy, and any happiness that they had blissfully enjoyed before had simply disappeared like those times had never existed.
Continue readingWell! Every person, when they first get their phone, it comes along with the usual parental controls, restrictions and lectures(https://miliscape.com/phone-cied/). Of course, I was no exception to this universal rule. Well, I was, up until a certain point.
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