Scattered

When you are high on the sleepless nights, drunk with the tears in your eyes but everyone around you needs more than that, to escape into their haven or hell, while you sit and strum your ukulele aimlessly and your head draws a blank as silent as a grave and as maddeningly loud as a…

Glass half full

It’s been quite sometime that I’ve been staring at the glass in front of me. Half full. I laugh snarkily, at my thought. Half full like our lives? It’s been almost 6 months of this ‘new normal’ and somewhere we have found ourselves trying out new ways to feel fulfilled. I had taken up 3…