The semicolon is an important piece of punctuation and is a perfect symbol for all those who are struggling. 

“A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”

That’s right: the semicolon. It’s a tattoo that has gained popularity in recent years, but unlike other random or mystifying trends, this one has a serious meaning behind it. (And no, it’s not just the mark of a really committed grammar nerd.)

She recently decided to get a semicolon tattoo. Not because it’s trendy (though, it certainly seems to be at the moment), but because it’s a reminder of the things She’s overcome in her life. She’s dealt with anxiety, depression, and gender dysphoria for the better part of her life, and at times, that led her down a path that included self-harm and suicide attempts. 

But years later, finally fitting the pieces of her life together in a way She never thought they could before. The semicolon (and the message that goes along with it) is a reminder that She has faced dark times, but Is still here.

By writing a semicolon on your wrist, you are making a promise to yourself that it is ok to reach out and seek for help… stand up for yourself or anyone you know who has depression, anxiety, has self harmed or has contemplated suicide and help our peers, our friends and our family know that we speak up for them and that we stand up against Mental Health and the stigma that’s attached to it.

It is there because one pledges to not let mental illness make them put a full stop to their life, rather continue it with a SEMICOLON
This blog is to motivate all those who have suffered or seen a loved one suffering. 

Go get a semicolon!



I have always felt a deep urge to ask a few questions to those who went away. Some went away after a fight while others just drifted apart. I have always wanted to ask them the real reason for the desertion. Are they happy now that they are away or do they feel like coming back? And if they somehow did want to come back, do they know where I am and how would we get along from there on?

I have had the opportunity of making tonnes of friends all throughout my life. Some friends, especially the ones who shared my tiffin-box back in kindergarten made my childhood worth cherishing. Then there are those whose love and affection made me miss my school life. There are those who became more than friends. Then there are those who promised to always be a part of my life till the very end!
Why do friends leave?

You have had those moments when you promised eternal friendships. You have had those moments when you felt you ruled time. Yet, somehow, a friend leaves. Then another. And the story goes on..

Finally, when you are all grown up, running from pillar to post to lead a good life, you are struck with a feeling of merely having people who like your social updates and not those who’d really care whether you existed and if you were keeping fine or not. Trust me, that’s a terrible feeling to have. 
When you see friends who have recently lost their best friends, you’d naturally be worried about your people, isn’t it? I am glad that in that evening, I was with those people I really want to grow old with. These folks didn’t really care who I was, how rich I was, they just appreciated me for one reason – I cared and I made them smile.

After a few songs, some of us pick up our footwear and walk till our feets are being kissed by the warm sea water.

I look up. The streetlights are well over 200 mts away and sea in front is merely singing away with the waves. Right there, the clear sky becomes even more beautiful.I have always said, the charm of the sea is on a full moon night with not a single soul anywhere. All you need to do is simply close your eyes and soak in the salty air while the waves dance in front of you and crash into each other that fills you up.

It’s all about being happy, from the inside. When you are happy, people naturally find you and treasure you. There may be some who will leave, may be even without a reason, may be even without saying goodbye. Your job is well cut out here. All you need to do is sit back and be a good person to be with. You don’t need to focus on those who leave. Treasure those who stay. That’s the essence. That’s the secret.

LOVE : Not really a world of roses and laughs! — August 22, 2015

LOVE : Not really a world of roses and laughs!

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to say the right thing always, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much from him that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things which  you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t even live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable to you or others. 

It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you that everything’s going to be alright. It’s him standing there always, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hand and said “here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.”

It makes us crazy. It makes us invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.

Life is a challenge, and so is love. Things never come easy in life; if they do, memories are rare, suffering won’t get you through the tough times, there’s nothing to look back on. In the end, it’s all worth it.

THE WOMAN OF THE ZODIAC — August 21, 2015


The day you left I thought that I could not continue living if living meant living without you.

On the second day of your prolonged absence nothing just seemed worth doing. Not as long as you weren’t doing it with me.

Then on the third day I realised that there would be no sign of your return and that I was all by myself now and I would have to keep going. Even if that meant going without you.

On the fourth day I finally had the strength to open the blinds and to get rid of everything that reminded me of you. It was difficult and it took me more that half of the day trying to push all of the memories beneath my bed.

On the fifth day of living my own, I worked up the courage to tell everyone – my friends, your friends and everyone else what had really happened. How you just broke all the sweet promises you made to me and just left one morning without looking back, or even saying bye.

On the sixth day your best friend asked me out for a coffee, said he knew where I could find you.I said I didn’t want to know cause I would rather now have you lost than to know where you were without me.

On then seventh day I woke up to a still empty bed, wet pillow and when I rolled over on your side I could no longer feel where your body used to lay.

On the eighth day I with a very strong heart took all of your belongings to the end of the driveway for the trash man to take away. This time I didn’t care of how you’ll feel about it or If you still wanted any of it.

On the ninth day you texted me, and it took me half of the day to summon the courage to even open it. Inside it read, “I still love you. I’m sorry. Please, let me come home.” I never replied.

On the tenth day I changed the locks on my doors, my telephone number, the colour of my hair that you loved so much and just changed everything possible that I could change. You are no longer welcome in my home, in my head and in my heart.


It takes a lot of courage but after a while you just begin to learn,

That kisses aren’t contracts and presents are not promises!

That love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security!

After a while you just learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much of it.

And you learn

That you really can endure

That you are not that weak

and you really do have a worth

And you learn and you learn

With every good bye you learn!



When the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground during your school recess, I promise you not to tell you that its’ okay. Cause it’s not okay!

When your teacher calls me home to tell me that you pushed them back to the ground, I promise you that i’ll take you out of school early and buy you your favorite red velvet cupcakes.

When you get older and the boys try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched, I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home with anger in your fists. They’ll all tell you not to fight fire against fire but that is only because they’re afraid of your flames. Don’t listen to them!

When the boys yell at you like wild hyenas you yell back,baby!

I will never teach you to be afraid of your anger so that you look for it in others.

I will not try to make you their version of a perfect girl, because you already are perfect in your own way.

You wanna fight ’em? fight ’em! 

Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love you have for yourself and the lengths you go to preserve it.

When the boys try to tell you to soften up, I hope you’re able to make them bleed with your edges.

I hope you remember that you are not theirs and their disappointment in you is not yours.

When the boys come to your doorstep with pretty words and angry eyes, I hope you show them the anger in yours. I hope you show them just how strong your sister thinks you are! I hope you show them the animal they can’t always see in their own reflection.

When the boys come with the intention of hurting you,

My advice to you will always be the same, my darling: Give ’em hell



I remember, When he hit me, abused me, bruised me,

I thought you’d come take me away, I knew you heard me from across the wall,

That was where I wept all day..

I remember, When I screamed that night,

My eyes were wet but no one else cried, Relief screamed in your silent eyes,

The night your little girl had died. 

Tying the knot is an expression that for most of us evokes happy memories of one of the best days of our lives. But the fun and the zeal of planning the wedding and the heady excitement of the first weeks of marriage will not be the experience of 13.5 million girls every year. Instead, the marriage they experience is a form of violence.

Violence against women and girls is a global scourge that affects millions of women every year. In fact, it is estimated that one in three women and girls experience violence in their lifetime. Child marriage is a sign of that viciousness.


She can’t turn to her family for help — they got her married,

She can’t turn to her husband — he is the one brutally tearing through her body,

She can’t turn to the law — the law does not address her plight with a remedy.

Let our girls lead a life of learning, interaction and physical activity to ensure a healthy standard of living. Education gives a girl direction, fosters her mental development, instills confidence, empowers her to be independent, engages her to be free and empowers her to unravel in the middle of good and bad. Absence of information, mindfulness and lack of awareness makes a bigger number of pits than sutures.

Let her walk through the school corridors and she will change lives,

Weave her into the knots of child marriage and she will regret whole life!