echoes you hear

My reason behind joining this platform was simply to find ideas, and I’m sure this is partly due to the fact that it’s the very subtitle of this platform. 😬 But I assure you, if you were in my place, you’d believe me. I’m a 20-year-old and I’ve been hooked on to this habit of writing longer than anything else. On one hand, I don’t want to corrupt this habit by pressuring myself to write (you know, if I were to be a writer or something) but on the other hand, I want to share my thoughts with people because nothing makes me happier than when people come to me and tell me that they connect with my stories/thoughts/feelings. It makes me feel like I’m a part of a community- this intangible community of people who find themselves at their weakest quite often and tend to write about what they feel during those times. Anyway, joining this platform was perhaps the first step towards something great- I can feel it. Although I sometimes wish one could pay me for doing it. (Lately, I’ve been gett...

This post is slightly different from the ones I have written in the past. I'll be trying to write and post more stuff here because I've come to the conclusion that my blog is outright stagnating at times, and that's mainly because I'm always conscious about what I'm gonna write here, and whether or not it'll be worth reading. Well, fuck that. I'm just gonna post my thoughts and share my work because that makes me happy. Hope you enjoy the post! :) So, for those of you who don't know- in India, on every pedestrian crossing, there's a good chance you'll find poor kids or adults come near your car and beg for money. There are a couple compelling reasons for you to lower your window and give them some. They'll stick their faces against your car window and stare at you for at least 5 seconds, inevitably forcing you to take out your wallet out of sympathy. Their condition is usually pitiful, so it doesn't really harm anyone if you give them a f...