i made a word cloud in the shape of a heart from the posts on my blog in 2020.
it was just a fun thing to do along with reviewing the stuff i wrote this year.

that’s all from my side for now, folks.
take care, stay safe.
-aarushi
transforming tissues into manageable issues
i made a word cloud in the shape of a heart from the posts on my blog in 2020.
it was just a fun thing to do along with reviewing the stuff i wrote this year.
that’s all from my side for now, folks.
take care, stay safe.
-aarushi
to a friend,
are you okay?
i thought i’d check in
lately you don’t seem like yourself
the spark in your eyes that used to set ablaze the sky seems to have dimmed
you’re making a lot of mistakes and you’re not improving on them like you used to
you don’t even make polite conversation anymore
i know people tend to smile when you falter
but don’t give up
i’m rooting for you
whatever you’re going through, i hope i see you at the end of it all, walking down the hallway, doing fine.
These are some photos, not necessarily taken in December. But what happened when I stopped to smell the roses.
When writing felt like being too much in my head, I clicked photos of what I saw around me or what made feel better that day.
instead of being harsh on myself this year, i wrote down some snippets of advice for my future self. some of them are very specific or annoyingly vague or plain obvious, but i hope they serve as a reminder to you to be kind to yourself too.
You’ll crash into me and I’ll break,
So don’t move, ok?
Stay where you are,
I like the dark so far.
I always light up when I see you anyway.
When I’m out there
Maybe someone will recognise my eyes
And say
Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?
And then I’ll forget all about you, you were an anomaly of the odds, as we have never again crossed paths, no matter how much I’ve wanted to.
Oh hey, what are the chances we’re both here?
Let me forget about you.
May it remain evergreen,
Our fascination with love,
Falling for someone above and beyond our imagination.
-🌳
Empty rooms aren’t so,
I feel you here,
Even as you go.
I’ve always wanted to grow,
Into so much more.
When I find what I’m looking for,
I wouldn’t know.
I’m not clear about what I miss,
But aware that something is missing,
From my life,
From our lives,
That aren’t worth leading,
As they feel shallow.
-Aarushi
doing what occurs by tendency
i’m well adapted to get lost in a fantasy
or someone else’s carefully constructed story
to feel the love or at least sorry.
i need not worry
autopilot mode will take care of yours truly
monkey do what monkey see
hopefully, that’ll work for me.
-aarushi
here, i’m mocking my tendency to procrastinate