Nobody's shit

 Leaving everything behind, in the hope of a better tomorrow, oh what a wonderful feeling! Most of my life I have felt stuck, claustrophobic, as if everything I have ever owned was eating a part of me. The sky was all that stood out, everything else was a form of prison to me. The sky remains, day or night, round the clock, everywhere, nobody can touch it, yet when you lie down and stare at it oblivious of your surroundings, you feel close to it.    In an attempt to get closer to the sky, I deleted every picture/chat on my phone and on cloud. Quite a metaphor, lol. So, yeah, I deleted everything. This is the first chapter of my journey without my data. I had high hopes while deleting but weirdly this was not as easy as I anticipated. On multiple occasions I had to fight the urge to somehow restart my Instagram handle.  When you are in a noisy place, all that you want is to run to some peaceful place where you can listen to your own voice. That desire makes so much se...

 It's a beautiful summer evening, there is a bag kept on a rock that keeps getting washed ashore. Glittering in the sunlight, it has this distinct sweet smell that breaks your heart. With the sound of every wave you feel the dire need to rescue it with all your might. As you get closer to the bag, clouds cover the sun and its shine fades away. Your fingers tremble while your mind keeps losing focus. The moment you touch this bag, all the trembling stops at once and your hands feel complete with its grip. You lose sight of light and its weight drains you. There is part of you that's screaming for help but you keep ignoring because the darkness helps you dream. You carry the weight until one fine day a part of you breaks and you lose the grip. At this moment the sudden flash of light scars you more than any weight you have ever carried. You resent yourself for carrying such a vulnerability and run in search for a faraway beach where you can just leave it on a rock and embrace the...

 Every morning I have a tonne of things to do but I hardly end up finishing anything. I start with 1 and then some stupid shit sucks all of my energy or even worse, I keep listening to music for motivation but it only makes me feel depressed and shitty and lonely. Life sucks. Why the fuck is music so disappointing or is it just me!

Why does life have to feel so slow in the beginning and so fast as we approach the end?

 Behind the bushes, she rushes to her secret box with a piece of paper in one hand. The sky is clear, flowers glitter in the broad daylight. Her mother is looking for her since morning, her phone lies on her bed with 5 missed calls. Its Saturday, 6th of February, every year on this day she adds something to her box. Its been years now and the box is filled with all kinds of things, from a stone to the receipt from her favourite bakery when she was 15. She has to move to a different city this year and she cannot carry the box with her or else it will no longer be a secret. She intends to read the paper when she comes back. Its been 7 yrs since then and lately she feels dazed all the time. Its been a rough year for her and she feels she has made some terrible mistakes in her personal and professional life. Tears roll from her eyes as she sits on the balcony staring at her glittering plants. She closes her eyes and she is translated to the same place where her secret box lies. She ope...

As I peep out of the window sill on a Saturday afternoon sipping coffee the last thing I wanna do is write. I would rather watch a movie or read a book or go out with friends or do anything but fucking writing. It sucks to write, its never good enough, it isolates you from the rest of the world, leaves you stranded, makes you find patterns and overthink stuff you should not. Its a pain. The words stab your mind with all these ideas, so fucked up they can shake your soul. Thank god I am not a writer. I just cannot.  The problem is, its way too draining, I don't think I am ready for that investment.  So I left my house, far far away from a pen and paper, dived right into the real world. It was so much fun. Everything felt like a game and I kept playing. One day I got sick and I could not play. I could not do anything. I took turns on my bed cursing everything that lead me to that bed. I had to do something to get rid of this devil in my head screaming day and night. I asked him ...

In the past two decades there has been some key transformation in gender roles and the focus of parents towards empowering their girls has grown rapidly. Girls who are born during the past decade are less likely to face the prejudices common in the older generations. Technology has helped more people find solutions to bridge gap between sexes. Today's woman regardless of her age is aware of her freedom and can fight for her rights. She is modern, independent, driven and confused.  Why confused? She is confused because the world around her is a paradox.  On one hand is this woman who is full of hope, acceptance and radical ideas that she idolizes, and on the other is this woman who is left behind by our tech-savvy generation.  This woman is her mother, grandmother, aunt, house help or maybe the wife of her colleague. She was brought up in a patriarchal society where she was judged on the basis of her skin colour, body shape and everything other than her mind. She was taugh...