My name is Kirthiga Ravindaran, and I welcome you to my website ! What started off as a platform just for my muses whenever I had the time and brain-space is now on its way to developing into a full-fledged lifestyle blog of my own (or as I hope). Here lies, likely stories of mine and I hope you do find some inspiration along the way.
Chirping birds at my window reminds me that it is a warm Sunday morning as I groggily open my eyes, the sunlight filtering through my curtains that are inconspicuously fluttering...
The warm fog from the bathroom diffused through the room as I stepped out from the toilet, the scent of British Rose shower gel and the chalky smell of nicotine...
”Two dollars, is that enough?” Asked the smaller one with the pigtails. “More than enough, I am supposed to get a can of mushrooms as well, those are a dollar,”...
I nearly spat out the food as I surveyed my mother contentedly chewing across the table. Beside me, my father had fear etched on his face as he prodded the...
I couldn't ignore my phone vibrating any longer. Whipping it out of my bag, I dashed out of the lecture theatre. "When I die, you won't have to answer my...
You do not get to tell me that she was clothed vulgar.That her purple dress did not cover her milky skin full, that her breasts are maturing like mango seeds....
Decades ago when AIDS was still feared as a disease that could be transmitted through mere body contact, Lady Diana shook the hands of an AIDS patient with no gloves...