As my secrets grew, They weighed me down. There were not even few, Who saw me drown. My only outlet came, Through a paper and pen. Till poems became, The secrets I tell. Veiled with metaphors, I can cry my heart out. The feelings I had in store, Now have a voice so loud. –Nameera.
People always wonder what makes me do crazy stuff to my hair. From extreme color to extreme haircuts, I’ve probably done it all. The last time I remember having really long hair reaching my waist was back when I was 11. A year later I got a really short, above shoulder length layered haircut. TillContinue reading “The story behind my hair.”