They say people who don't know to dance have two left feet. Although, I might have two left feet myself, what is more interesting is I might actually have two left hands.
Okay, I understand that's funny but here is why:
If you are a girl or a boy or a boy who looks like a girl, you would probably know that it is a thing now to have a makeup blog or vlog or youtube channel in your name. I bumped into this world of cosmetics, beauty blogs and tutorials only a few months ago. For those who don't know about it, let me tell you, it is a crazy, ruthless and unbelievable world.
Heard of these? Snail slime masks, Placenta hair masks, Seaweed bathing creams, Microblading.... and endless other such insane stuff. These are insane but quite popular among beauty enthusiasts and they even swear by the benefits of such products.
These are otherwise cringe-worthy products in my world. I use gramflour+tumeric face mask, Coconut oil hair mask and a normal, cheap bathing soap and my skin i…
Never in a
thousand years did I think I would be obsessed with a late, delusional psycho who
was also an exceptional artist and a noteworthy character with a peculiar
interest for romance. My affair
started around 8 years back; a time when I had started writing and blogging for
the first time. I visited this pop-up museum of contemporary art which
showcased Vincent Van Gogh’s choicest documentaries. Many of his famous
paintings were also on display. That was the day I fell in love, with his art,
with the way he loved, with the way he expressed himself before he fell into
life’s inevitable trap. The
beautiful yellowish hues that dominated his paintings, the sunflowers, the
potato eaters and the starry night which comes alive in my dreams every night.
Those letters he wrote his brother Theo with care, love and a pinch of attitude. That unconditional
brotherly love, that aimless love he showed his friend and mentor Gauguin, that
love he showed the random women he saw and painted, that lo…
I don't know if this one counts for a poem. My rhyming sense failed miserably as emotion took over. A stinging emotion called nostalgia. A nostalgia which is synonymous to summer itself and a lot of other sweet things.
What is your favorite mango memory? share it with me here, won't you? :)