“You are the books you read, the movies you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breathe of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner….


“But that’s what happens when you hold on a little too tightly. Your own fingers hurt till they’re drained of blood.” – Sugithaa Paraman 


“It’s not only about treating others the way you want to be treated. It’s also about treating yourself the way you want to be treated.” – Sugithaa Paraman 


“Stand today for your values, be it big or small.  Tomorrow life will stand for you.” – Sugithaa Paraman 


“You can’t learn to stand if you haven’t fallen yet.” – Sugithaa Paraman 


There will be times when you feel haunted. Messed up. You’re so annoyed that you just want to disappear for a while or forever. But that doesn’t mean you don’t love yourself. You do, but at that particular phase you want to be mean to yourself.  But you know better than that. You know it’s…


Honestly I don’t know if everyone has felt this way but most would have. The fact that you’ve got so many proposals irritates you because you’re just simply not interested in being in a relationship. The fact that your best friend or friends have fallen in love with you or are desperate and you’re just…


“But then every adult is a child of his own.” – Sugithaa Paraman 


“Life doesn’t give you happiness. It gives you opportunities to be happy.” – Sugithaa Paraman


“If you think your thoughts are haywire, you’re just letting your mind control you instead of you controlling it.” – Sugithaa Paraman

“But how can anything be found if it wasn’t lost in the first place?” – Sugithaa Paraman


I was on beyond cloud nine.  I was seated in between two of my best friends since eight years and we were having lunch at the food court in a mall. We were all very happy in meeting after so long, albeit we spoke every other day on the phone. Meeting in person has a…


“What are you looking at?” My dad asked as I sat staring at the tree outside our balcony. “The mangoes. Look, that one’s ripened,” I said, pointing at a small yellow one hanging at branch amidst the fresh green leaves.  He smiled, shaking his head in disapproval. “That’s not a ripe one. A mango has…