Personal Stories

Loretta Jean had never liked the word “divorced.” It sounded like a stain that wouldn’t wash out, the kind of label folks whisper about when they see you coming down

It’s been a long time since I last came here and wrote, two months to be precise.

Life took some unexpected turns that required me more than ever, so I obliged life’s demands and redirected my focus accordingly.

But in

What’s the story behind your name?

My name is Ammu — Well, not exactly — that’s not the name the world knows

A raw story on heartbreak, healing, and the life lessons that come after loss

I used to believe love could fix everything.
That if you cared enough, fought hard enough,

I didn’t see it coming. The pawn shop smelled like old carpet and metal, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I wandered the aisles, looking around at everything, when my eyes landed on it.

My hot pink electric guitar.

Leaning against

I have always been an envious person, it’s actually the first thing that I noticed about myself ever since I was a kid. However, I never really showed that side of me to anyone. Not even in a joking manner.

Right after my graduation, I went for a job interview at a call center. As soon as I opened the office door, I saw

A town seen through Vithiya’s quiet eyes, where ordinary days carry hidden weight.

This is my story, the story of Vithiya, a 20-year-old young women from T.C. Kootroad Road, Vanur Taluk, Villpuram District, India. I don’t love my town, and

I’ve always been a movie person no, more than that. A cinephile. The kind of guy who could put life itself on pause just to sit in the dark and watch.

And when I say watch, I don’t mean scrolling

If you won’t speak about your feelings, your body will speak for you.

Thoughts can get really dark when you do nothing about it.

Sometimes people around us don’t know