.Manisha.: For my destiny is intertwined with yours, from whence we came, there we shall go.
.Manisha.: It went faster and faster and I felt sick to my stomach, knowing she was in there. When she got off, there was role reversal where the daughter comforted the mother who was in distress. But as soon as it was ready again, she was gone.
.Manisha.: 241/366: Unmasked, she gazed blankly into the future with her sharp eyes
.Manisha.: 242/366: She threw her head back to catch the last light before fading out into the finality of the darkness
.Manisha.: 243/366: She sighed into her shoulder as she looked back on the events in her life. By themselves, they seemed random and meaningless; put together, they defined who she was.
.Manisha.: 246/366: Oceans can be traversed, mountains can be conquered but my pile of laundry? Never.
.Manisha.: 247/366: She stared at the wall in front of her as she had her last cup of tea for the day. There were no answers forthcoming, no matter how long she sat there. Then she remembered that walls only have ears.
.Manisha.: 248/366: Silence speaks.
.Manisha.: 249/366: Reflection.
.Manisha.: 250/366: Knead
.Manisha.: Melody, fill your life with it.
.Manisha.: our days are numbered
.Manisha.: 270/366: Daughter of the Sun
.Manisha.: 272/366: She appeared to sway gracefully as if in a deep trance. But, really, she was just trying to stand up straight.
.Manisha.: Do not nip me in the bud; instead, let me bask in the autumn sunshine and fade out on my own.
.Manisha.: 273/366: Her hood served her well. It hid her face when she did not want to be seen. It covered her eyes when she did not want to see.
.Manisha.: 288/366: We often weave threads together, only to realize that we cannot go further without unraveling and undoing that which we thought was integral to our progress. What does become critical is the need to undo and the process thereof.
.Manisha.: 304/366: There are days when you decide not to fight but to give in. And, contrary to your expectations, those days end up being very liberating.
.Manisha.: 305/366: On Hallowe'en, I was finally able to go out as myself.
.Manisha.: 310/366: Like an apparition, I move in and out of your consciousness
.Manisha.: 318/366: She feigned a smile at her posterized self and wished that was what she saw when she looked into the mirror: black and white instead of shades upon shades of grey.
.Manisha.: 319/366: Make of it what you will; only I know what lies within.
.Manisha.: 327/366: Fall into my hand so that I may decide whether to cherish you or crush you.
.Manisha.: 366/366: I want to be free. I am free.
.Manisha.: Yesterday was a blur. I forgot to wear my eyeglasses
.Manisha.: Mock me not for I bite.
.Manisha.: With their crippled limbs they lean toward the waning sunshine, knowing that their days are numbered.
.Manisha.: Switchbacks are a necessary evil when the grade is high.
.Manisha.: Sunsets are a sign that we must unwind and give in to the quiet calm of the night.
.Manisha.: It must be true then, that there is an ugly side to everything. The positive voids the negative returning the equilibrium to a state of nothingness.