I am fifty-four, but I still get pickled by my mother.
Allowing to drift and shift gives the answers
You will love these three things that happen when you stop overthinking and start...
From moving to stillness. From thinking to feeling
Why do you write Xolo if he is called Zolo!
Self-respect? Ego? Freedom? You decide. #writewithosdotme
A time to untie and unbridle- let life begin!
Notwithstanding the Durga in us, we still have to fight to claim a piece...
Writing has her own will … and I am just her instrument.
हार चुकी थी वो जलते जलते
I had failed her... but she had found herself
The sharp knife moved closer to him #writewithosdotme
I am born and die with the canvases I create #writewithosdotme
My friends delicately weave me through this beautiful maze #writewithosdotme
Life could startle with its beauty and unexpectedness #writewithosdotme
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