An aspiring journalist looking for the right fit in the world
by Khushi
When the back of his fingers touched her cheeks, brushing her hair off her face, tucking them behind her ear; she pretended she didn’t notice it. She kept talking the way she was, although, she couldn’t hear her own words anymore. Though she wished she could hold his hand right there, close her eyes and …
by Khushi
Taking someone’s hand into your own is the most beautiful gesture you can ever make. It’s like you want them to trust you, you tell them that you’d take care, you’ll hold. You make them feel your presence in a supportive sense. Letting them take your hand feels as pleasing. For a moment you feel …
by Khushi
It’s five in the morning and the only thing that could wake me up on this time on such wasteful days, only to feel the most refreshing breeze and watch the myth of a rising sun come true, and it’s the smell of the rain. ❤ I don’t know how there’s something mystical about these …
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by Khushi
I am really creative. Like you might be good at stuff and use your imaginations to make paintings, dances, music, poems and amazing things like those. But i use imaginations to make friendships and laughter and love and a life. And just like your paintings enchant others, my love does it too. It’s just that …
by Khushi
There are times in our lives when everything is normal and happy and nothing’s wrong, yet we feel like something’s missing. As if something is incomplete. Typical teenage quotes and posts around the social network tell us this is loneliness and we somehow start believing it. We start connecting to it, and hence conclude that …
