“who are you?”

“Me? I’m all the people I’ve encountered till date and all the experiences I’ve gathered. Inside me, I hold the laughter of my friends, the arguments with my family, the kindness of strangers, the sadness of seeing love lost, the numbing cold of winter and the warming summer rays. Within me, I also have the changing seasons, the shining stars, a lovers spat, the making up after, piercing bitter words and infinite longing glances, the music that gets me through the rough days and all those emotions I cannot convey. I am made of all this and more.”


Life, a mess.

Sometimes I just need to get away from here, just for a while. To visit some new places or to meet new people. Or to shut down my thoughts, to be relaxed and peaceful for a while, not hearing thoughts I don’t want to hear. But here I am, having responsibilities and waiting for those moments.

—  Robin


“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” – Walt Whitman, Song of Myself