sweeya sekharI want to write but I hate how empty it feels when there is nothing.I'm confused. I'm always so confused. Is there no end to this? Why is it that I have to be. I don't want to be. But I still want to do, I…Aug 19, 2020Aug 19, 2020
sweeya sekharThe world ends in an alley.Red and orange shimmers rule over the sky, it's hues seeming to add on to her peculiar mood. She walks down the crowded road, angry at how…Jun 7, 2020Jun 7, 2020
sweeya sekharWho have I been now?With all this quiet time, I realised that I haven’t looked back and felt what the past year or two have shaped into. I’m a writer, it…Apr 5, 2020Apr 5, 2020