second love, one that comes after the longest, most ardent love affair of your life loses its magic and decides to walk away forever. You're broken and then comes someone who makes you feel with their silent presence that it's worth the love,
it's worth the passion, all over again.

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it treats me like a hook-up:
leaves before I wake up every single time.

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when someone I have muted on Instagram sends a screenshot of their stories on my DM, thinking I might have unknowingly missed.

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There is nothing more suffocating than the company of too happy people.

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I forget to be attached in love.

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Freedom isn't freedom
until it's the freedom to leave.

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Perhaps, you answer yourself,
because it is the time when
we remember them the most.

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Hope sounds like the sputter of an Enfield after spending months stuck inside the house because of the lockdown.

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After every excuse to go out of the house to meet my friends fails to convince my parents.

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Can you ever truly be free if you're a parent to a child? Won't a part of your heart and mind be always worried for your child's well-being and safety? What does freedom truly mean for a parent? I look at my parents and their perpetual worry for the two grown-up kids that we are and it makes me never want to become a parent myself. I don't want to live in the constant worry, I don't want anyone to worry for me.

While marriage offers an exit, having a child is irreversible. There's no looking back once you're a parent. You ought to be selfless enough to either part with your freedom or find an alternate meaning to freedom for yourself and your child as a parent. I'm eager to hear from parents how do they think about freedom and what it means to them when placed alongside their kid.

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