No offence but it is that wretched time of the year again. There are only three times in a year when I feel like being in a relationship. One: On Valentine’s Day. Two: On my birthday. And Three: well, all of the winters actually. Okay, before you begin to read between the lines, please know that I know – perhaps better than most around me that other people are not medicines. I will not let a person in, hoping against hope it will be an antidote to my depression and melancholy. I will not use a body, just because I am lonely and in a position to use somebody.

Song in Loop: My Silver Lining – First Aid Kit I want to write a story. About lust. I know you don’t belong to me. I know you know where your home is and it is not in me. I, I am the temporary refuge. And as you finally drop your filters, perhaps with whiskey kicking in and rest your head nonchalantly on my chest, telling me more about your depression, I know I am just a refuge for you.

Among the vast sea of Facebook posts one day, we chanced upon this amazing human, thanks to the Logical Indian. What followed was the “perfect one-time phenomenon of life” as Tarun himself puts it.A little curiosity and shamelessness on our part, led us to having an amazing conversation with this kind random stranger who likes to carry the “You’re Perfect” signboard on the streets!

So here is a self lover who is ready to make her self-love declaration go live! However, she doesn't wish to put her pictures on the Blog? Does that mean she isn't real? No! She is one us! You might have shared your metro ride to office this morning with her. Perhaps she is classmates with your daughter.Perhaps she is your daughter. Or a son just trying to accept his gender.

Dear Leaners, brace yourself up for a ravishing Self Love entry by Anjana! We would let this dynamic lady do the honors. You know, her introduction, and all that jazz! HII. I'm Anjana a.k.a Shruthyy :) Okay, so I'm not really great with jotting down my thoughts in words so let me tell you that this list is gonna be completely random..'Cause being organised has never been my cup of tea!

Rachna…A Hindi word that fundamentally means "Creation!" Let us figure out below, what all the Creation aka Rachna loves about herself. This one is for the girl with the most sincere and honest smile. Loving yourself is an art and I love myself in various ways, one of which is reminding myself how grateful I am to be alive, enjoying my life with the one I love the most and can live another infinity years with him.

Dear Leaner,Life was going good, and then tough times happened. The way they always do. More than for me, I was sad for the people around me. You know how certain people are like sponges; they sort of absorb the aura and the energies of the place. I am that sponge. And so, when the company I work for, decided to make Annual Performance Evaluations as toxic and vicious as humanly possible

"Realized that it had been a long time since I had appreciated myself." With this one line, Subhalaxmi Parida submitted her '51 Things I Love About Myself' for our Self Love Challenge on Facebook. We all are making our journeys in this world. Her world is driven by passion, humility, truth, search, and learning. She has principles and she is never afraid to stick to them.

"It's still rather overwhelming that I could complete this. After the first ten, I did it all in one go. Lots of love." She is one of the first people to accept this challenge from our side, and went on to challenge several of her friends to do this. Because she knows what it takes to get this done in this world. Personally, she has one of the most reassuring and calming smile I have EVER seen.

"My life has had so many influences, and all of them have worked together to make me who I am right now. Being from an upper middle class family, finding the good kind of company at the most impressionable age, personal trysts with different sets of religious beliefs and lack thereof, bullying in school, exploring my identity, battling depression

Fear takes hold of me as I feel her standing behind me and slowly stepping towards me as a tactful predator. A chill runs through my spine, making me shiver, and I don't have the courage to turn around and see her. The weather seems to be resonating with my thoughts; dark clouds filling every inch of the infinite sky. I know this time she's not alone. She is here with a plan to end my story there and then with a weapon; a knife. Would she just stab me in the back without even confronting me? Or this time, we will get to discuss our fears.

He was a boy. He was scared of Gurgaon; the wide roads and the by-lanes – cemeteries carrying the clingy colossal of countless dreams caught and abandoned. He was a boy, who finally decided to take the leap of faith into manhood, rushing the steady natural process. After all, the boy was now living in a big city. The city that houses more corporate establishments than homes. A city that manufactures several efficient solutions for simplifying several problems of the world’s superpowers.

From where I stand right now, nothing was this way ever before. And nothing will ever be. It always feels like this. When asked to describe the present, I am flooded with flashes of past and dreams of future. About the present? I can just see myself and people I cherish beyond this life. I see myself, like right now, basking in the yellow light of this strange staircase, trying to pen something for you. Yes you! I wish I could speak with you in person. For now, and for always, these words are going to be the bridge.