Category: What they said!
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Ever Thought Of This?
“Until the lion learns to write, every story will always glorify the hunter.” Why is it so difficult for us to just try and see the other side of the coin? Why do we always have to glorify the one that need not be glorified? Why do we not…
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Living In An Illusory World.
Writers and readers are hopelessly romantic. They live in a fictional world, and tend to be unacceptable to the real world. They immerse themselves so much in a world, which does not exist that they deviate and forget that they live in a world, which does exist. They seek pleasure…
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Stronger!!
My song of the day. The song that is always on repeat mode when I am low. The song that might have been written for a heart break, but nevertheless, it never fails to lift me up in any situation. The song that I could literally scream into the void,…
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The Crazy Woman.
I am loving this amazing American poet/author, not to forget her amazing works of literature. This is a poem I had a chance to read and once again my heart cheated on my other favourites. So, I daringly declare that I love this crazy woman too. 😀 I shall not…
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I Shall Not Live In Vain!
A Long drive, Winds battling speed, Rains drenching your soul. And these words, these beautiful words glorify your thoughts. . “If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting…
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A little Encouragement!
This is something to keep all those wonderful and rebellious women going. I hope you have a good time reading this. True that This reminds me of Barney Stinson 😁 Absolutely. Own it my friends. And so I said. 😜 Dangerous indeed. And all I got now is, you girls…
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The Time I’m My Period.
Just the other day I shared a very powerful poem ‘Half World’ by a Telugu poet, and here I am today, sharing yet another AMAZING piece by a Tamil writer K. Geeta. Again I had to find the translation in English to read it, but here it goes. The Time…
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Half World!
Reading Indian Writing, I came across a wonderful Telugu poem. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in language, forced me to read the English translation. Nonetheless, it definitely reached my favourites. I could not find it over the internet, but I take the liberty to share the translation here, which I…
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Still I rise!
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.…
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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