She wore her heart on her sleeve, while donning the garb of confidence. Her feelings engulfed her, yet she welcomed it with open arms. And she felt. She felt with all her heart. She felt with every single cell and atom in her body. To her, it was the little things that mattered. She had […]Read More She carried his heart in hers.
Why is it that when we see someone crying we immediately give them pity? We try to get them to stop. To make the tears go away. As if crying is a crime rather than a form of a human being expressing their feelings, because apparently it is a form of weakness. We act as […]Read More “If the heart becomes hardened, the eye becomes dry”
He touched her… And it was in that moment, that exact moment she felt liberated. And so did her heart. Liberated from all her worries and troubles… Because he didn’t just physically touch her, he touched her heart and soul. It was like his touch had made her untainted. His touch was somewhat magical and […]Read More The perfect pair.❤
I always liked taking photographs. Not for the reasons that most people do though; like to flaunt a holiday destination or an outfit or even how much their partners seem to love them. No, I like photographs because they’re return tickets to memories that you hold so dear to your heart… Because even though those […]Read More Capture the memories..
She was an artist, subtle in her creativity. And yet, a genius. For she had mastered the art of not telling you how she felt. To her, actions always spoke louder than words. She was not a poet, she was poetry in it’s purest form. Able to only be understood by those who took the […]Read More Fragile yet strong.
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak WaltonRead More The Journey Begins