The “fake” girl. 

“Fake.  Yes, that’s the word. That’s exactly what people call me behind my, thinking that I’m oblivious to it.  Usually, I shrug it off, knowing that they don’t know me personally, but I’m only human, it’s tough for me to avoid the hurt forever.  Sometimes, I just desperately want people to know that just because I…

An Invisible scar

Things for which my hands once trembled, no longer faze me. I no longer have meltdowns in the middle of the day. I no longer worry endlessly and cry myself to sleep.  My ears which once craved to be appreciated, to be accepted are now used to the sound of applause. Presence of people who…

Thoughts of an Entrepreneur

Yes it made me uncomfortable. It made me wanna rewind and get back to my old, normal life.  But there is a voice. Like, a small whisper, asking me to stay. To persist. Some days, I’d ignore it and bawl my eyes out, Other days I’d crib and hate myself for choosing this path. Who likes the…