Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is it! I will no longer be using this webspace, because I have now set up my own site @: Love, Miffalicious. Hope to see you guys showing me all your love over there!...
I’m so excited in sharing this with you, because this seems like such a huge step for me to take. I’ve been contemplating this for a while now, but many changes are taking place with this...
All the pictures featured this post were taken by me in Munich, Germany, in April 2012. Some journeys are long and tiresome. You walk for miles, trudging through, one foot at a time, and yet, the dis...
Sometimes, it is just easier to say things in verse. There is nothing more liberating than the feeling of facing the deepest fear, and the biggest worry, in embracing emotion and knowing that, though...
A product of another sleepless night. You’d think that after all this time and energy spent on living life, it would be easier to handle, easier to understand, easier to think through, and gras...
It’s a quiet evening, and I have spent it revisiting some of Bukowski’s poetry. What I personally love about his writing is that it is dark, gritty, and utterly middle class. It’s a...
Would you look at that, two outfit posts in one week. Clearly I’ve got too much of time on my hands (this is typical behaviour when exams are around the corner, as any student can attest to). T...
I may be all of 21 years old, but I am an ardent pupil of life, and life has been a stern teacher to me. Over the course of these few years, I have seen, experienced and felt many things, and clearly...
I visited Budapest during the early days of my Easter break, and it was an emotional trip for me. Something about the city called out to me at a deeper level than many other European cities that I...
Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I am a voracious reader. This passion of mine was nurtured at a very young age by my dad (to whom I’m eternally thankful for) and it’s been goi...
So I finally managed to procure a photographer who was more than willing to help me take outfit pictures. I don’t know if I have mentioned this before, but there’s a reason why I prefer t...
So, this may not be the most sweetest, or the nicest of Mothers Day letters going around on the net, but let this be an honest, and a truthful recollection of my mother. I’ve always been a Dadd...
Before I go on any further, I’d like to add that this is inspired by FictionToFashion . This idea of ‘fashion to fiction’ does not belong to me, but the followin...
This image is not mine. The source is linked to the image. In that split second between here and there, I find myself trapped in your arms, breathing in the fresh scent of your skin. It is fresh, lik...
Dear You, I sit here, and I write these words with the thoughts of you in my mind. Again, this overflowing of emotion prevents me from truly saying all that I want to, all that I need to, so I write ...
Vienna was one of my most memorable travel destinations, because of all that it represented. Arts, culture, finesse, beauty, literature…I could go on for days. I went to a beautiful city, it sp...
I won’t lie; this was an easy one for me to write. She woke up suddenly. This was how it usually started; heavy breathing, a sweaty brow, quick palpitations, and then it would hit her with such...
On some days, I forget why I started blogging in the first place. Especially in the time and age where blogging has become yet another competitive medium, I forget that I blog because I love to write...
Yet another series of pictures that were taken months ago. Thank goodness for my hoarding nature, I say. Another sunny day last autumn, which meant another set of pictures. And my ever faithful black...
This was yesterday’s title. They called him the brave warrior, the fearless leader of a ruthless tribe. Strapping lad with his broad shoulders, huge, rippling muscles and furrowed eyebrows. Yet...
So, if you check the How This Works page on this blog, you’ll see that there is a Foodie Friday section, which I’ve nicely neglected for the past few weeks now. Don’t get me wrong, ...
He sat across from me at the dining table, holding his wine glass with the ease of a seasoned socialite. I watched him as one of his fingers caressed the flute gently, a teasing movement of seduction...
Dear You, It’s the quiet of the night. You are around somewhere, pottering about, doing what you do best, fiddling, running, changing things, singing, being the proverbial ball of energy. Somet...
You wove a spell over me with your simple words; charming me not with flowers, and chocolates and gifts, but commas, and metaphors and alliterations. We made love over books, ideas and arguments, you...
This outfit will be submitted for the InFB Florals Remix’12. First of all, I have to confess that this a post that I dug up from the archives, because of several things: a) I was too tired/lazy...
This was one topic that had me brimming with ideas. I finally just closed my and let the words do what they wanted. They sat around the table, three generations of women. “Did you hear…?&...
It’s funny how quickly time passes by, and we are left in different places from where we started off in life. They say that time heals many things. Maybe it does, or maybe, time just helps to d...
Today’s topic was Silver. They hugged tightly, and she breathed in his scent, a heady mix of skin and soap. He, one of the chosen few, was leaving on his mission. Two weeks later she received t...
Today’s title was Boredom. Everyone thought that she loved what she did. She was always the first to be in at work, coffee and sandwich in hand, energetic, efficient. They called her an eager b...
Taken in Salzburg, Vienna, April 2012. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. Just read a post on Thought Catalog titled Who Is Your Unicorn, and I’m not ashamed to admit that it made me feel all war...
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