Sixteen years. Happy sweet sixteen to my blog. At this point, I am chronicling my life experiences and indulgences on here; I am also documenting the trials and travails of living. This is my organic, beautiful, and sometimes, unsure space for being who I am. The rest of the blogging world has moved forward to... Continue Reading →
These days, I tend to think a lot about the purpose of my life in an oddly mystical and spiritual way. I think about finding what makes my soul resonate and sing, and nestle myself into that space. Stories about people who have dedicated their lives to their passion inspire me once again. Greta Thunberg... Continue Reading →
As someone who has started driving in my Indian city, I see things that have no business being on the road. I am way past romanticising organised chaos; I cannot abide. This newfound skill has unlocked a new pathway in my brain which has given way to a whole host of emotions. At this point,... Continue Reading →
The other day I was trying to record a video of myself talking and I wasn't able to do it successfully. I'm unable to jump onto the talk-to-the-camera bandwagon but I try, and I fail. I wanted to talk about the new "cool-girl" phenomenon as I call it; about how we're all expected to be... Continue Reading →
I am afraid that words will abandon me one day. It is my greatest fear. Words are how I make sense of life, of every day labour, of transfiguring love and the thought of losing them fills me with dread and unarrived grief. They say that one day the words of the Qur’an will be... Continue Reading →
671 words Yesterday was a really long day that I was quite exhausted by the end of it to write this blog post. It was the kind of day when you don't have time to catch up with your thoughts and you are operating on auto-pilot, doing the things that you know how to do,... Continue Reading →
Four years ago I started this blog to channel my energy in one direction. I needed to use my energy positively and I was introduced to blogging, so I thought why not? Year after year, amarllyis became my voice and I consciously started working on my writing. I tried to improve it and cater myself... Continue Reading →
I look at my blog occasionally, when I find the courage to face myself, and I see an empty notebook. While I am fond empty notebooks, like I mentioned in an earlier post, I do look at this one now and feel—sad. Yes, that's the word—sad! It's sad that I don't have the time to... Continue Reading →
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