A woman of her dreams ❤🔱

I want to meet people who think deeper than the looks. People who see souls instead of bodies. Minds who think of bigger issues instead of gossips. Hearts that love the unknown before the reasons. People who get excited about little things. Souls that get passionate to try new things. I want to meet people who make me fall in love with life again...🍁 @thestorytellersneha (at Ranchi, Jharkhand) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLRbNuTjTIO/?igshid=yzjxj4wca8sx

Would you like to take a leap or will you pass?? @thestorytellersneha #life #littlethings #lifequotes #introvert #inspirationalquotes #inspiration #lawofattraction #lawofattractionquotes #self #agirlwhowrites #poetess #poetry #poems #poet #night #thoughts #wish #wishlist #plan #care #living (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLCg56PDBwV/?igshid=wemijqkumr8t

Brave souls.. That is who we are.. 🍁❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CK9YUULDeWN/?igshid=110vghokb0ive

Brave souls.. That is who we are.. 🍁❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CK9YUULDeWN/?igshid=110vghokb0ive

Pauses.. Recharge.Regain..🍁❤ be you again.. @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKo8GTujh1a/?igshid=yr209qzlw58y

I know I'm not the easiest person to handle. Sometimes I become over sensitive, I pay attention to the tiniest detail and I can build up a whole story in my mind that will totally break me down. I know that I do not trust people easily. The truth is that I never felt safe among people even at my happiest moments, it always pops up to my mind that tough question "When are they going to get bored of me?" It's so hard to live with all that insecurities, but at the same time I know that when I love, I love from the bottom of my heart and when I trust, I can sacrifice my whole life, LITERALLY. When I feel safe, I can do anything and everything. I'm a mixture, I'm a very weird mixture that sometimes I wonder how can I feel all that opposite feelings.✨ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKiLplgDrsv/?igshid=yhm3ikuroz6e

I want to know what freedom tastes like. Will I be able to inhale air from palm trees, If I throw away my suffocating schedule does it feel like waves crashing against my bare feet. If I cut myself off from all these commitments should I expect the smell of books and coffee if I break free from the chains of this society Will I hear the arcadian beating of my heart if I run away tonight and never come back "craving for escape, where to buy?" (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKbKPEvDA3f/?igshid=qqxv4g80ojr3

"And tonight — beneath the crescent moon above, while the planets are aligned, and the whole universe is quiet— let's be us together again.. "❤🍁 @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI--Naoj5Eu/?igshid=1qam429jy5fwe

I am that kind of person who hopes for the rain, who picks flowers, and waits for the season to change. I keep tickets from cinema and I love to watch flickering film. I don't know what do I call myself, but I hope I stay that easy..🍁❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI5n8HtDc4K/?igshid=odtuzfbwvvmm

The clock shows 3 A.M. He has a script to finish, but is hungry and believes that a hungry writer can never satisfy his creative needs. He warms the leftover slice of pizza in the microwave and pours some coffee. As he sits down by his study and takes a bite from the slice of pizza he tries hard to type on his laptop, but is distracted. His mind is filled with thoughts involving her. He would be meeting her the next day, meeting her after eight years. The same woman, who had made him feel a whiff of love for the first time. But eight years is a long time. “Has she changed or is she still the girl he knew?”, he wonders. But the most important thought that bothers him is: “Do I make an attempt when life is giving me a second chance.” @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI3OFvjjUc1/?igshid=104789e3r8yms

A month of celebration... Celebrating an achievement ,a year so-so done like 2020..An end of something, maybe a beautiful beginning.. Or a peaceful one or a strengthening one.. The month of Winter chills, the poetic, romantic, dreamy cliché atmosphere.. The time with people you wanna end on a good note or a bad one.. Or any I guess.. Taking things slow, curling under that blanket with your favorite book.. This has been a tough year still can hope and live and love with people we belong. And lastly, . Gajar ka halwa is a soul comforting food for winters.. 😋 @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI0bP6-jxBu/?igshid=m1yx68r6tv8a

Would you have been any different ,had you been the first of your kind? Nobody to tell what normal was, how would you really unwind? Would you walk the same walk? Or bow down to gravity,& take after our ancestors for good measure, Or stand up a little more straighter, no longer weighed down by societal pressure? If killing was not a crime, would you turn into a hound, hunting deep into the wild, O join the tribe of the meek, &discover camouflages to escape & hide? If you were the first to walk the face of earth , & happened to discover another of your kind, Would you yearn to be listened to,or share a piece of your mind? Would you discover language together? Would you marvel at how mere sounds, Used in combinations can mean something then be heard, there are no bounds. If you weren't taught the single correct response to "How are you", Would you have been honest for once? Would you still have built these walls of lies around you? If friends, family and strangers were words that you could brand people with, Would you have found it easier to pull certain people closer, and cast the others aside, like rotten filth? I think of these things sometimes. Because I have been proven wrong at almost everything that I once thought was true. The good and bad, once black and white, is now just one big pool of grey. In this confusion, is a constant need for an escape, a distraction, a meaningless conversation; anything to help look away. Maybe adulting is about watching your bubble burst, your belief system crumble; Yet, getting down on your knees to build again, sometimes before the wounds have fully healed from your last stumble. Maybe it is about unlearning every single thing that we have learnt, and shutting out the world, to look within for your worth, Because if you look at it in a way, each of us really are, you see the first of our kind, to set foot on earth.❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIvKboejVSC/?igshid=1vgmlzf069snm

You're my blank LoVE.. Classic , Unrhymed yet Beautiful.. 🍁 @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIQb9LOj6wu/?igshid=4uj0m62br13o

Chalo share a sentence from your diary..! Pickup's are overrated.. (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHsZtavDpRE/?igshid=1syeks53d2ck3

Eye to eye,You and I There's nothing else , I can see But a whole universe, Staring back at me. Nose to nose, you held me close Then in an instant,I turned you into Poetry and prose. Cheek to cheek, under the sheet Our feelings burst Brighter than the, Lamppost in the street . Wrist to wrist. You're all worth the risk, Here, take my hand Show me your soul—a wonderland . Skin to skin, In the middle of the night Till the Sun shines so bright And promise me that.You'll love me right.🍁❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHiMm8TDZSA/?igshid=9rli9o2v5cog

Eye to eye,You and I There's nothing else , I can see But a whole universe, Staring back at me. Nose to nose, you held me close Then in an instant,I turned you into Poetry and prose. Cheek to cheek, under the sheet Our feelings burst Brighter than the, Lamppost in the street . Wrist to wrist. You're all worth the risk, Here, take my hand Show me your soul—a wonderland . Skin to skin, In the middle of the night Till the Sun shines so bright And promise me that.You'll love me right.🍁❤ @thestorytellersneha (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHiMm8TDZSA/?igshid=9rli9o2v5cog