Astha's Corner

When love struck or heartbroken, Dreaming shut or widely awoken. I pour my thoughts. Let it be pain, suffering & demise, Anguish over issues to compromise. I let it out. Through words, sonnets & rhymes, Art that my vision define. I utter my state. Whether it's shiny or rain, Sometimes mind can't bear the strain. I had enough. Of the norms that ask me to stop, Intensifying the moments I flopped. I agree I've failed. To become someone they 'Hoped', But I'm more than the 'Supposed'.

The other day, I and my sister were having a conversation. I at random spoke, “It’s such a privilege. That we have the capability to read what we have written or just read in common. Imagine what if we don’t.” No matter how amazed I was about this topic, she  wasn't . OK! I know if you burst out randomly about “literacy” in the middle of a talk concerning One Direction. People do seem shocked. But  I'm  an Over-thinker. And you being one of those people that I can hold on a talk with…always be ready for my random crap. By the way I instead went like, “Fine. Remember our Gujrat trip? Or don’t you remember the feelings we get while watching an Anime. We are clueless of what is being written.” Maybe this event  didn't  matter to you at a level it does to me. Because it do made me rethink my ways. To a person like me who spends 80% of her life reading every single story that fascinates her. Followed by spending another hours developing baseless consp...