She looks at her reflection in the large wooden-framed mirror. Behind her the rain falls on the window, making a soft sound. It’s a grey, grey day – the girl in the mirror says. She sees a girl. A girl who loves words. A girl who loves to write. A girl who often gets lost in the world of beautiful words. A girl who stays up to write… yet, who finds it very difficult to express herself. And at times when she can’t, she so hates it and wants to run and hide.Continue reading “Naked Soul”
No matter what you do, or don’t do, someone (or a lot of them) is always going to judge you, label you. Let them.
Sometimes, even those who claim to understand you will judge you. Let them.Continue reading “No Matter What You Do”