Beyond The Horizon

  Fear, we all have one. Comes in all forms, in all sorts, at all times and more importantly always uncalled. We are all made of demons. We never let them out and they haunt us to our darkest parts where even a slightest of light do not penetrate. We aren’t only made of blood and flesh, there is always more to it. Me and you are more than just fluids and bones we are creatures desperate for happiness, scared to lose and drowning paper boat in the vast ocean of mortality. No was born immune to death. No one was born utterly audacious. We all know in the deepest and gloomiest cores hides our deadliest fears that if let out keep power to erase us like we never happened. Sometimes our demons haunt us to dimmest passages, sometimes they chase us like they are unbeatable and other times they choke us in immense guilt, regret and remorse. Trepidations or phobias one never wishes to face but ultimately, we do encounter them and it is unmistakeably true that when we finally come face to face to

Everybody is getting bored since the last year and it’s nothing that you and me aren’t familiar with because every day you wake and look into the mirror your facial expression screams – MONOTONY. Monotony or boredom, a state when you feel the world around you spinning into circles of various diameters and you stare into blank ceiling hoping for stars to shine on the concrete. Another direct explanation can be when you roam in your own house like traveller glancing each wall as if it contains the history of roman civilization. And if you are going through these phases when you feel like a mosquito flying here and there or a book bought just to adorn the shelves and never read then my dear friend, you have reached the epitome of boredom and require major assistance to spice up things bit in your black and white life. Now spicing up not means that you should go looking for rumours floating on social media about Bella Hadid’s Cannes outfit or switching jam sand  to Nutella  in the breakf

  Each day is a test. Some days you pass other days you fail but that doesn’t mean you don’t appear for it. You do, there is no other way round except facing it, either win or to lose. Sometimes it’s easy other times its hard, sometimes you cheat to pass other times you don’t feel like giving up on your morals and present utmost honesty even it means to fail but every time you end up giving whatever you know or how far you know. Now tests for life or tests on paper require management. A lot of management.  It is not time management, schedule preparation or stationary arrangement. There is something else that requires to be managed more than any of these petty things. Now the question that arises is what in the world can be more important than books and schedule at this crucial hour; simple – you. You need to be managed, prepared and organized to value the time, plan an unflawed schedule and set up expected ball-points and HBs’.  Exams are a reason to polish yourself, they lay a conse

  Life in this mortal coil is never easy, for a girl that bit of easiness becomes an absolute extinction and being a teenage mademoiselle is a cherry on top of the cake. Now as they say “oh stop exaggerating, you don’t have anything except studying and enjoying the time” but no, that’s not it. We face sorts of problems that are served in front of us in different dishes, at different times, under different circumstances. Every morning we wake we feel the burden of expectations and every night we sleep in the hope of matching every set standard tomorrow. How far you and me deny, but we both know that we at last fall into this pit of fantasies and realities and mess up our real self. The calendar changes its pages, we change our relations, change the shows we watch or change our closet. But we change, we keep growing, we keep evolving. Someday I’ll like pink and the other day I’ll love yellow. Someday I’ll only include vegies in my diet other days I’ll only eat donuts not caring how much