My own form of Therapy

“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” Vincent Van Gogh

This is the first time for me writing a blog. The angle which I’m going for is to make this a sort of forum to vent. By vent i do not mean crib, nor do I mean rant. In an ideal world there are hopefully people who think like I do and see the world like I do. I hope to make this a place where I can interact, read, learn and if possible write some.For this first post I thought, why not just stop overthinking, and just release. So hello world, (which basically might turn out to be the ten odd people who are still somehow reading), my name is Akanksha.

As I’ve slowly drifted into adulthood the one thing I’ve observed is that your age is inversely proportional to the number of people who care about you. Its quite a shocking transition really. One doesn’t even realize as friends turn into competitors.There was apparently a price raise announced on compliments and I wasn’t informed! Also just in the news, there’s a holiday offer on judgement! Best price yet, buy two nasty comments and get your old friend exchanged for a newer model!

In these times you cannot lose your faith in yourself. I like to draw inspiration from my cat. She lives her life in her own colour blind cat bubble. So I think I’m going to do the same.

Nobody ever told me I can write, But you best believe that I’ll do it anyway.