My hair is short. My life: abundant. Joy tickles my skin. If fear is the fabric of a day like today then I will stitch it with faith as I leave it at your feet. Because of you- my laughter is thick and my soul; alive. My feet are the roots that grow deep inContinue reading “Wild”
Tag Archives: Growth
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Sometimes I look at myself and wonder if I can ever be fixed or whether I passed the point of no return long ago. I don’t want to listen to sad songs because it’s sad enough in my head. They paint a picture? I’ll paint a picture. I’ll lay down words thick like brush strokesContinue reading “–”
My best friend
It’s not an abstract title. This is literally a post about my best friend. It’s largely inspired by the fact that I’ve seen her for the first time in about a year and our conversations are so sporadic that we fully miss the intricacies of each other’s lives. I have known her over a decadeContinue reading “My best friend “
My journey with my body
I was always a tall, skinny girl. When I was nine years old, I could put away a full english breakfast and I’d be hungry two hours later. My legs looked like hairy little matchsticks and there wasn’t an inch of fat to be seen anywhere on my body. Honestly, it’s not even like IContinue reading “My journey with my body”
Evolution
Dear Gowri’s Page. Happy two years together. Here’s to many more. Love, Gowri. Entirely Unrelated Photograph The other day, a friend of mine came up to me when I was printing some finals revision notes off in the computer cluster at medschool. She said ‘Gowri… my flatmate reads your blogs and she doesn’t know you soContinue reading “Evolution”
