P!nK BoW

Writing something is exhausting these days. I know I love writing and it's my outlet for all the emotions I carry. But these days, my mind is full of words wandering here and there. I am afraid that I might pick the wrong words but my heart assures that sometimes wrong words picked and put into a sentence make the right sense. This constant flow of words in my head is making me anxious. It's not easy. It's not easy to pick words, frame sentences, and turn them into something that makes sense. I am trying. I am trying to pick the right ones put into the right statements just like my life. I am trying to put the right effort and pull the right words out of my mouth. But sometimes wrong words tend to flow out. Maybe that's because of the inner scars. Inner-invisible scars! What's with these new inner invisible scars? Well, every human has been through something and they did heal from it but there is a teeny tiny invisible scar unconsciously reminding them to stay aler...

How cool is it to not feel anything? No anger. No sadness. No love. No happiness. The life of a robot is always simple. If emotions make us human. It also makes us living corpses. Some days we live life without love. We reject the love we are receiving and expect something else. By the time we go back to that love, it's just too late. Handling emotions is complex. So my crazy mind thought this! How cool it would be to shut the feelings off. Humanity switch off? No, just the emotions switch. Let me tell you how this works. You still are a human. You would mind your damn business. You would do things you are supposed to. You wouldn't bother talking to anyone or hurting other humans. It's easier living this way. I mean it's not living but frankly who are living these days. We post a few pictures on social media. Watch some movies or series on ott and then call it a day. In this process, we tend to feel guilty about not being beautiful. Bored of 9 to 6 job and dissatisfied ...

They say healing is a process. But I don't believe that the process belongs to me. What if there is a world where your healing is not yours but the responsibility of people who broke you. This one is for me. This post is for me. I am not broken. I just have some parts of me hurt and a heart of mine is having trouble trusting someone. I mean it shouldn't be this way. I know the things I deal with are nothing compared to what people have to deal with on a daily basis. What if all the broken parts of you should be mended by the people who are responsible for the damage. You are an amazing innocent soul who gave everything to a person, thing, or situation. You shouldn't be bothered with the baggage of pain. I am tired of people losing their right ones just because they aren't ready. It's not the job of a new person in your life to make you feel alive. It has to be the person that did you wrong. They should take away all the pain that you've been through, they are ac...

It's been a year. A year ago, today I started my career in the IT industry. Maybe this might sound lame but it's been a full year. A year full of surprises. I really didn't think that I would ever get a job. I seriously lacked self confidence in the final year of my college. Fortunately, I could get one. When I was writing an online recruitment exam, my phone started beeping, I looked at it and found that I got placed. There were messages like congratulations! You finally made it! Yay And I was like thank you! Yeah I made it ! Blah-blah! I went to my mom and told her I got placed and the rest is history. While working as an intern in my very first job, I was scared to death. I couldn't comprehend things that the trainer was trying to convey. It was hard for me to learn things, manage college and have good quality me-time. The only me- time I had was like cry time. I used to write 3 hours of exams every weekend and I also tried for other companies. There was a day where ...

Failure. Interesting. A friend of mine asked me to write something about failing and I said I'll give it a try. So here we go. I take up suggestions. I have a very big heart so increase my views, you dummies! Okay so jokes apart, this is a serious discussion and if you want to get offended, please do. Okay Jennifer, let's get this over with. Life is easy with a nice job, a two-bedroom rented house, a weekend ride to the market, and a good movie on the ott every Sunday. Every Monday, your job is a pain in the arse and so is your boss. When you take your kids to the park, they play with sand and cover themselves in mud. This is life. It's easy with eyes closed, hearts cold, and days blurred. Keep this aside for a while. Imagine this. You are working in your office. You are the boss. You work even on weekends. You have tons of lazy-ass employees. There are deadlines to meet and pressure is cooking up. You have no family time and you can barely afford sleep, let alone a movie. ...