#neelihara

Rabindranath Tagore would've loved Tumblr

Agatha Christie would've loved true crime podcasts

Leonardo Da Vinci would've loved drones

Vincent Van Gogh would've loved Procreate

Cleopatra would-be loved Vlogging and Makeup videos on YouTube

Shakespeare would've loved roasting people on Twitter

Benjamin Franklin would've loved memes

Nikola Tesla would've loved WiFi and would binge watch cat videos

Franz kafka would've loved blogging

I'll tell you what girls actually want?

Each name, a verse, a story to tell,

In every heart, it casts its spell.

My mother's name a beautiful sound,

In her hugs, warmth is found.

My father's name that means moon,

A man that glows like the night's sweet boon.

My sister's name meaning infinite,

Just like our love,oh so tight.

Grandma's name, one of a goddess,

Her love and kindness, nothing less.

Grandpa's name, passed down through the years,

From his grandmother's love, it appears.

The girl from school, her face now a haze,

Her name alone, in my mind it stays.

The name of the girl who taught me to ride,

Guiding me on that two-wheeled hike.

The name of the teacher from seventh grade,

In whose classes joy didn't fade.

Best friend from college, her name means new,

In trips and trophies, our love grew.

Friends from youth and journeys afar,

Their names like constellations, each a star.

From friends and family, my hearts delight,

In bonds and friendships, shining bright.

With names, we carve our earthly claim,

To leave our mark, with a lasting name.

And in the unwritten chapters yet to be,

Lies the possibility of a family tree,

With names unspoken, a future we'll see,

As my child's name joins this legacy.

- NEELIHARA

Hello Dearest Readers,

This moment marks the beginning of something very dear to my heart. I've finally gathered the courage to share my world of words with someone other than my notebooks and Word documents.

I'm sitting down right now and penning this very first post with a nervous heart and a pinch of excitement.

Writing has been my very own hiding place for as long as I can recall. Whenever life got chaotic or my thoughts tangled like mischievous fairies, I sought refuge in beautiful blank pages.

When I started writing this, I feel like I am sharing my deepest secrets with you, as if you'd discovered my personal diary locked away in the attic. But I welcome you to my page, which will soon be a universe of words, thoughts, and theories that have long existed within me.

I like writing lots of things, from stories to poems, from my thoughts on a movie to why I should have punched the rude guy on the bus, everything I can imagine or express.

I'm Neelihara. This might not be the name of my birth certificate, but this is the name I have given to the part of my brain that makes me want to write. I have taken it as my pen name.

If we were sitting face to face, I'd probably offer you a cup of coffee and talk about stories late into the night. But since we're meeting on the internet, I'll pour my heart into these virtual posts.

Expect to find fragments of my soul scattered across my posts– poems that whispered to me in the middle of the night, stories spun from the threads of my imagination, and sometimes, just my unfiltered thoughts on the world around me and sometimes a diary entry bearing depths of my heart and soul.

I'm hoping that you'll be at home here and that my words will strike a chord with you. This isn't just about sharing; it's about connecting with like-minded souls and friends who appreciate words' beauty and power.

So, welcome to my quiet corner of the internet, where every post is a piece of me, and every reader is a treasured friend.

But remember, dear readers, every word I pen carries a piece of my soul, and your presence here is an honour beyond measure. As I embark on this experience, I eagerly anticipate your whispers in the comments.

So here's to a new chapter in my life. May our connection grow stronger with every word you read that I write, and may this blog of mine forge a few lasting friendships along the way?

I also happen to be an artist, finding just as much delight in drawing as I do in spinning words. Behold a creative glance that shows the part of my mind where the love for writing resides, which I captured in my drawing above.

With lots of love,