First of all, what is JOMO? JOMO is the acronym for the Joy of Missing Out which means enjoying what you’re doing in each moment without worrying about what everyone else is doing. Okay so that makes sense but what on the earth is 21 days of Project JOMO? Well…

I fought my demons for far too long; I was tired and decided to give in then, And while I didn’t know what to do We agreed that we could be friends. I am not scared of them anymore We walk together hand in hand I let them do what they want I might let them do it till the end.

They say leave a legacy. Something people can remember you by, Do it before you say goodbye. Maybe it’s a thing They think leaving something behind is cool To me, it feels like a thought of a fool Yes, legacy might live a few years Maybe 100, 1000 or a million But in the larger scheme of the universe Every form of legacy will die The earth will start over And then, there would be nothing. Instead, just live for today.

My 2am thoughts. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Most of my life I’ve thought about this line in my head. I read somewhere that the one who is afraid to give is hesitant to receive…but I have never thought of not giving, you see. I have given my time, my…

I saw you at the examination hall and I knew you weren’t the brightest of the lot. But your goofiness made me smile. I don’t know if you noticed that. I don’t know if you remember seeing me there. It was a long time ago. We were just kids back then. But that…

My could have been, I looked at you. You looked at me. We always had these staring contests in our free time. Sometimes from across the class, sometimes in the lobby, sometimes when we saw each other momentarily in between classes. That look in your eyes was my light. That…

I was fourteen. He was sixteen. I liked him. I was fifteen. He was seventeen. He liked me. I was sixteen. He was eighteen. It was time for him to go. I was seventeen. He was nineteen. He called to tell me that he liked me. A confession. Something that was…

If you see me today I am afraid you won’t recognise me Damn, I can’t recognise myself The mirror feels like a betrayal Or is it my mind? I can’t find the light in my eyes I don’t know the lips I see Where is the sunshine making me glow Where are the moonbeams that made me me? The darkness I see is so unknown, I am afraid I don’t recognise me.

I was obsessed with Gujarati story books as a kid, I think I was 10 or 12. I would read and re-read them every single day. There were words I couldn’t understand but I tried to… there were metaphors that were way beyond my understanding and sometimes I think about…