7 Lessons from 7 Years of Blogging

The past year has been one of many trails. Personal losses of such magnitudes it could make oceans weep. And yet here I am. Despite everything, looking back at the year gone and wondering what is it about life that enchants writers, poets, sorcerers, artists, and all other souls, with such adored fervour. Will I... Continue Reading →

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The Musing Quill is 6!

Time really does fly. Six years is a long time and a short one yet, if you know what I mean. Looking back, there are hundreds of memories and few amazing friends I made along the way and there isn't one thing I would want to change about my experience. Except, I miss all those... Continue Reading →

Perfect Bliss

On a windy night In the middle of summer The light showers Soaked me skin down ♥ Walking down the street With all but myself The darkness invited me Welcomed me as its own ♥ Uncertainty followed me Fear shadowed my silhouette Towering over my conscience Questioned all I’d done ♥ When I was certain... Continue Reading →

Commemoration

Shallow aspirations, masked apprehensions, callow words, stories told. ♥ Trials or tribulations, finessed or artless, but naivety is better than regrets, experience does teach that. ♥ It's time to celebrate, the victory of words, over mindless reservations, and mundane adversities. ♥♥♥ Asha's Blog completed 4 years today. ♥♥♥ The beginning was harrowing. But could it be... Continue Reading →

Another Year has passed

Another year has passed. And it still feels like a new beginning. With two years gone, there's much that has changed. Two years ago this time, after much thought; the wheels were set to roll. Like the almost negligible crunching of pebbles, that is heard on the ground when a cart starts to move, words were scarce,... Continue Reading →

And a year passes by…

And a year passes by...just like that! Sometime last year, around this time, it was a new beginning. It was a time, after much thought; the wheels were set to roll. Like the almost negligible crunching of pebbles that is heard on the grounds when a cart starts to move, the words were scarce and... Continue Reading →

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