@thescribbledstories

i can wake up. eat and then sleep again. it’s my superpower. voice @tanishathinkso

February 06, 2024

talking to you is the highlight of my day. ✨

February 05, 2024

We watched the trailer of #LaapataaLadies, and it looks fun. Two young brides get lost on the train. What unfolds next is a jolly mess. Me waiting for 1st March.

February 04, 2024

what are we? it confuses me so much. 🥹

February 03, 2024

just want to disappear on some days. 🤧 voice @itsmepanchal09

January 31, 2024

friends who allow you to act stupid 🥰✨

January 23, 2024

if they didn’t text you, they didn’t text you 🤷🏽‍♂️ voice @iamenayat

January 21, 2024

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August 26, 2021

🌻 __ written by Dhruv (@probablydhruv) for The Scribbled Stories

August 26, 2021

the world could be ending, but if you heard their voice, everything would just get better. the softness of their voice, the simple faith that rings right through every time they say ‘it’ll be okay’ sets every problem straight. it’s hard for you to open up. to be vulnerable around someone, to put your faith in someone else’s hand. it’s always been hard for you to let someone in, but to your surprise, it’s easy with them. you find them breaking your walls, turning your rock-hard exterior into something bubbly soft. you open up. vulnerability isn’t scary with them around. it’s easy, you know? it’s easy opening up with someone who doesn’t let your faith waver. someone who truly cares can listen to you rumble about something all day, someone who waits patiently for you to be ready to talk. it’s easy with someone who knows when to push and when to retrieve, someone who waits for you to let your guard down. they talk to you through your worst, and cheer you on, on your best days. they turn into your human diary, letting you unload after a heavy day, burst out of happiness on days that are perfect. they’re present, through thick and thin. everything is fine when they’re around. it gets better when shared. through happiness and sorrow, you find someone in them, who is compatible with you. you find someone who makes the world a better place for you, just by being in it. someone who makes it better just by their words. __ scene by Shikha (@shikhaholic) for The Scribbled Stories

August 26, 2021

musings by Ifham Khan for The Scribbled Stories

August 26, 2021

🥲 ___ written by Amrit (@_samtheslayer) • visuals by Gaurang (@spacemanstripes)

August 25, 2021

i still have that pen that you gave me. the ink dried up years ago, but i still have it in my bag. i still remember the first time i saw you by the street, still picture-perfect in my head. it’s weird how i remember everything about you as if it happened yesterday. we remember some people and forget others. i’m glad to have you remembered. we used to walk by the park with a packet of chips shifting between our hands. you’d tuck your strands behind your ears and all the moments i spent with you felt like a miracle. you were a great friend before being a great lover. but most importantly, you were a great human before being anything else. sometimes, i wonder if we could have been kinder to our friendship and love. if there was a way to stop it all from falling apart. it almost makes me cry to think that i know you, but i have to tell myself, that i don’t. it breaks my heart to watch the rain alone, knowing you are out there somewhere doing the same. i know, sometimes people love each other and still not end up together, but it’s so hard to tell this to a heart that still hopes. i guess that’s how life goes. but i am glad i got to know you. i am thankful for walking with you to stand where i am today in life. i wish you were still here, but it’s fine. i hope you are happy. with love, someone who has your pictures. __ written by Vadali Vamshi( @vadalivamshi_) for The Scribbled Stories

August 25, 2021

no two people love equally. there is always one who loves harder, who knows what they want, who doesn’t back down from telling you how they feel. they are the ones who say ‘i love you’ more often. and then there is you. you look into their eyes and see just how much you mean to them, and it scares your feeble heart. you want to give them everything they want, everything they deserve, but you always think about the cost. about the loss, about the many ways you could end up hurt, about how hard you would fall were they to leave, like you’ve been left before. and yet there they are, strong and sturdy like that big banyan tree in your back yard. and you’re left unsure. you take two steps closer just to take two steps back, ending up right where you started. it pains you to see them this way, unwavering in the way they believe in you, in the way they want you with all their heart, and your wonder, would it be so bad to give them all of you? you might think that it is because your love is weak, that maybe you are weak, and so you have these thoughts, but it is only because you love so hard. it is only because you love without reservation because you give endlessly without hope of getting any back. and you might think you are weak because of all the hurt, but even after you have suffered at the hands of love, you just can’t run away from it fast enough. because that who you are, someone who just couldn’t do that to someone else. __ scene by Ridhi (@artalanche_ridhigupta) for The Scribbled Stories

August 25, 2021