Prisha Khimavat
living life one word at a time.
For me, poetry isn’t simply expression, but rather the method in which to collect myself and piece me back together; my poetry is an amalgamation of who I’ve been, who I am and who I might become.
Category: Real Live Events
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We are currently living in a world where everywhere we go we are bombarded with negativity or horrifyingly unfortunate stories. So, as I was thinking about that, I asked some people what hope means to them, or if they remembered a time where all they had was hope. I wrote down all their stories and…
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July 31st. What a special day. A day that millions of people around the world celebrate. A day when we all take a magical journey, once again, with the boy who lived under the stairs. So, to that boy, Happy Birthday, Harry.
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Six kids under the age of nine, a terrible script with a good message, an undercover princess, a dancing old man, a Disney song on repeat all day long and hours of relentless practicing. What could possibly go wrong? Well, no matter what, the show must go on.
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For today’s post, I wanted to try something a little more light hearted and hopefully still entertaining: Two Truths and a Lie (as well as the stories behind them.)
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My childhood is filled with many stories that I created in my head, and many instances where I convinced myself certain things were real. I spent many nights helping a blue fairy in the dark. When her wings got stuck and she had nowhere to go, I promise you, I was the one who saved…
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Sonder- n. the realization that each random passer by is living a life as vivd and complex as your own; This story recounts the first time I remember feeling this way.
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Everyone has insecurities and fears, I do too, and it’s easy to get sucked down the wormhole of “what if’s” and “I’m not good enough”. This is something I’m trying to get out of that. I’m creating my own alter ego! Read more about this challenge, and give it a try!