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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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Let it go . Just let go. Remember, all  the grudges you keep ,the blaming and the regret you bottle up inside,will only fuel the tears you weep. It will hurt you. So learn to let go.  To breath.  -Notes... Continue Reading →

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How depression is shamed for being a first world problem.

I am slowly losing myself , draining grains of sand into the waves of darkness lapping up on the shores of my life. My habits are changing, and so are my sources of comfort. In between the pages of books... Continue Reading →

And when the darkness in your chest devours you whole , you fervently pray for the day you shall find sweet release of the soul from all the pain within. -And that day will come / October 20th 2017

Our greatest and the most singular instinct is self-preservation. In today's world it may not be as physical as it was before, but all of us in these concrete jungles , strive for our own survival.When someone close to you... Continue Reading →

When constant wars are raged inside your head and war-cries echoes through your soul; you catch yourself wishing you could feel nothing; that you could finally feel numb.   -Numb /By Anjana (15-Aug-2017)

She was hurt at her lowest enough times to know that she must never let anyone see her cry. But as unforgiving life raged on, her eyes flooded again, just when she thought her rivers ran dry. -The dried rivers... Continue Reading →

This frustration inside me was a tiny spark which then amplified into this fire that became all-consuming and the high pitched screams turned into helpless cries. The wrath I keep confined , if unleashed, will burn more hearts than I... Continue Reading →

My conscience is riddled with questions with answers I’m too afraid to face. When did I become this person? A person who cared . -Anxiety turning my own mind against myself / By Anjana (June 3rd,2017)

You are more than just your body; you are what is inside.

You wear your skin as your armor, against the numerous eyes, watching you, spectating, judging, blatantly staring, and more often than not the indifferent glares for your inconsistent skin tones. I know, darling, you were a victim of body shaming,... Continue Reading →

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