Little by little ; one travels far.
J.R.R.Tolkein
Hello, Everyone!
Mugdha, here!
Writing is something I enjoy the most; be it quotes, poetry, scripts, long birthday letters, small stories or as simple as writing my diary. The journey towards this blog was not easy. I never knew I could write something of my own till a few years back; I was content on reading books. But one birthday, encouragement arrived in form of a beautiful journal and soon I was scribbling small pieces, rebuilding my fictional worlds in there. My friends were amazing enough to encourage me through my development and today, I am the most surprised to see where I have came.
This blog, however small, is my home, my haven, my own piece of heart and is dedicated to all those who nudged me to write, write and write some more.
Besides writing, I find comfort in presence of books, music, rains, sunsets, chai, friends and dark aesthetics. I would really, really appreciate if you guys can check out my blog below. I confess I do write occasionally; ideas and inspirations hit me all of a sudden and I find myself typing furiously but I am always satisfied with what I end up creating so I actually like this pace. Thank you for visiting, it means the world for me.
MY LATEST POSTS:
Aristos Achaion
‘You will do it all for me?’, I askblood flowing in my body a little too fastAnd then, flashing his golden smile,He simply says, ‘Yes. If not you, then who?’ I gaze and gaze at him,while he busies himself back in wearing the armor.With his blonde locks spilling like waves on his unblemished skintheir tips…
Random Anecdotes #2 : Obsessing over skies
Lockdown blues were definitely a thing last May. I was mad sick to be holed up at home; feeling frustrated and hopeless about how the pandemic was steeping up and situation was only worsening. Our college had begun the online lectures which were not even passably helping and sitting in front of screens for whole…
Strongest person I know
You retire to your bedroom after a long day,the bed still unmade with the sheets long gone cold,a sad glaze in your eye and lie down,curling up tight to realize thatthere is no warmth to hold on toand finally, as if long held gates forced open, you cry. Not sob but cry.Till eyes go red…
