Curio…..About ME

Hi ! this is Curio, I belong to the land of colors and diversity…India. A med student. My blog is all about feeding the curiosity with creative solutions. My dream is to create an idea business incubator…….. In search of more creative, more root oriented solutions to every problem, every issue. I love to know…

Moony…..About Me

Hi, I am Moony. I am a reader who writes. I am here because of a friend and also because of my quest to know about more and more people. I try to wrap up my thoughts in words and then type them down. Like everyone else I also love Music. It’s not just a…

Cigarette smoke

Her words are like the cigarette smoke That slowly escapes her mouth, Losing shape and form, On a quest to seek something heavenly, But melting away into something so worldly. She never cares enough for them. She never cares enough for others. Just letting them out like cigarette smoke, Because she has to, What else…

7th floor

As I slowly sip the night The night slowly eats my mind. My thoughts are sucking out my life. As I inch closer to death, I need you by my side. I don’t know where to go anymore. Where will I find you And lose myself Never to be found again. You are not in…

Obsessive Compulsive Doodle

Now you can follow us on Instagram too… obsessive_compulsive_doodle Under the name Himanshi B. (curio) The page contains all the silly doodles through the years. So see you there folks🙃

I lost a piece

I lost a piece of me somewhere, Can’t find it anymore. The more I look for it, The more i question my longing. I try to convince myself “You don’t need it any more” Oh! the mess I have created Looking through the drawer Other pieces lost and found In my silly search for it…

Sunrise

Not brave enough to face the world, Not strong enough to leave the world. I am just struck in the middle.   Can’t fly in the fresh air. People won’t even let me suffocate here. In this cage I am just existing.   Someone please hold me when I am crying. Someone please praise me,…

Dear Dad

Sometimes I think you know me the best And sometimes you don’t know me at all. We come close, stop and then move back Just like two smillar magnet poles. The roles are not fixed, they never were. Chasing eachother in this quagmire.   When you praise me, I want to shout “shut up” Because…

Obsessive Compulsive Doodles!

Bursting to life

I realized that I was dead inside When I didn’t feel happy for, Achieving the “best happiness of my life” No sense of accomplishment, no sense of joy. Endless anhedonia in an infinite void. I was assured of never feeling anything again. Well, I was wrong, I could still feel the pain. The pain of…

The Bread-crumb Writer

Was watching The Danish Girl, again last night just to the point where my favorite scene arrived. Not that I don’t have the option to pull forward to it but just to build up the atmosphere, I have to REACH there. It is the scene where Gerda Wegener, a portrait artist in the mid-1920s is…