​// To all those who need to be reminded what they’re made of 


Of the endless resilience of a bloom cutting through stone,

Of the crackling, grey potential of a storm,
Of the grace of seasons sailing seamlessly into each other,
Of the angry disaster of a violently shaking ground,
Of the exultant arch of a rainbow,
Of the fiery fierceness of a burst volcano,
Of gentleness of a caressing breeze, 
Of the cleansing beauty of a flood no longer holding back,
Of the divine intervention of a ray of sunlight in numb twilight,
Of the homeliness of a familiar ground,
Of the blood of Mother Nature,
I bid thee-
Of the name of son and daughter

Of the life giving Earth-

r i s e.//

-Kimaya Ingale.


Heart, Soul And Mind- I’m Yours, Friend.

​In trust which doesn’t need to be specifically identified and be spoken for. In support which exists even without words and actions.In belief which doesn’t need facts to be proven.In faith which sees no auspicious dates or time. In safety which has no chains, doors or locks. In warmth where no man has a hand tending a fire. In time where hours, minutes and seconds escape in a whirlwind of laughter and giggles. In belongingness where similarity isn’t the only factor that bonds. In forgiveness where guilt exists only in that form which makes you want to be better. In respect which has no merits or laurels or age qualifying it. In admiration which goes beyond a pretty face, a beautiful voice, a crooked smile, a faded scar; which goes right down to the soul. In ordinary yesterdays, the memories of which are saved for a rainy day. In ordinary todays where a smile doesn’t need a reason to be formed. In ordinary tomorrows where no amazing plan is needed for the day to be looked forward to.

In love I found this. In magic I found my best friend.

And you ask why I choose them above everything?

-Kimaya Ingale.

Captors Of Eternity.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi guys! This is nothing fancy, just my new found love and admiration for photographers put into fancy words. Sorry for the irregularity in my posting! Major love to those who’ve yet stuck around! 🙂

“…You know what, friend? 

I got tired of the broken promises of “forever”. I’ve learnt that the word is just a moment. Forever, my dear, it comes in the blink of an eye, the beat of an excited heart showing itself in a wide smile, the change in the colours of the sky and the quietness of a few seconds. 

 And here’s another little thing.

 We value time so much. Time is essentially what we need all the time. You see what I did there? Either it’s always running ahead of us and keeping us in the dreaded past. Or it’s killing us  minute by minute, blazing into the future. What’s more darling, is that we measure our oaths of forevers in time. 

 Here’s a well known secret about me. I click photographs, where the present, it stays. I capture time. I capture forevers. 

 So know me not as the girl who has been pushed over, lied to and trod upon. 

I know my worth as the captor of eternity and sweetheart, you should, too.” -I Am Stronger And In Love With Me.

 -Kimaya Ingale.


Voices In My Head.

AUTOR’S NOTE: This might be my last post for a while, because I’ve got super exams coming up in a month. And what better way than bidding adieu than some sassy talking to your own self? But it’s okay, darlings. Sometimes, you’ve got to be your own Christmas Tree. Enjoy 🙂 


“So you think I could get past the 90+ mark?”

Uh, love, I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re no genius in Math. And the long dead scientists are probably crying in their graves because they have to go through the horror of their deaths all over again, at your tiny hands and the way they massacre equations, laws, you know, the works.

“But, people say that I am not half bad at English. In fact, they do appreciate my writing skills. Isn’t that something?”

Alright, I could agree that you’re fairly good at English. But what about those who are excellent and who, unlike your Highness, don’t have to wait around for months to have originality and creativity knocking at their brains and FINALLY write a piece that is decent enough to be remembered?

“Ouch. That hurt.”

I know it did, sweetheart, but you know how they say it- the truth isn’t the truth till it knocks the wind out of you. The sooner you accept that you’re no J.K Rowling, the better it’ll be for the both of us.

“You’re right.”

When aren’t I?

“When you imply that I have the potential to amount to nothing. Or when you mark every low point of mine as a failure. Sure, I am no J. K Rowling. But have you heard of a Kimaya Ingale?”

Yes, I have. Out of obligation rather than out of admiration, mind you, darling.

“Okay, what would it take for me to get you to shut up?”

Are we on a mission to list out all the things you cannot do? Because this list would take a long time, it would.

“Or it wouldn’t if you would just spare me all the back-answering.”

Okay. I’ll say it loud and clear- BELIEVING IN Y O U R S E L F. When no one else does it. Not needing others’ words to get you back up and brushing off the dust.
And why should you need others words when you’re supposed to be “good” at this? Aren’t you “good enough” for yourself? Don’t answer that. Of course, you aren’t, love, and that’s why you need me.

“I am better, actually. And now that I know what it is that I need you to keep you quiet, we might as well say our goodbyes now.”

*Laughter* What, you are going to start believing in yourself now so you could cut me off? Right. Let’s see you try.

“Oh, darling, but I guess, I just did. From now, till eternity.”

-Kimaya Ingale.



A Sad, Soppy Ode To School Life.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, it’s me, the girl who’s an absolute disgrace to the world of blogging and who thinks it is not entirely unacceptable to not post anything for months together and give half true reasons for it. Because- 1. School has been one of the reasons that I have not been able to post. 2. But, I’d be lying if I said that it was the only reason. I suffered from Writer’s Block. I know, the horror. However, here I am with a post that has probably nothing to which you guys can relate to, but it is a post that matters a lot to me. So, let’s get into it. 😀

School’s either that place where you curse the idiots around you and the 6  hours you’ve got to spend with them for education’s sake or that place where you learn to love those very same idiots and find that they become your second family.

Well, if that’s the case, I can proudly say that I am an Idiot.

My school has been terribly good to me. Like you’d expect a ‘sad post about school ending’ to say- the school has made me what I am. I can say that school was one of the reasons why I became brave enough to put myself out here, in the world of blogging.

Where did the time go, I do wonder. Why, I do remember my first day at my school, four years ago. It was honestly nerve-wracking and now when I look back on that day, I find myself berating me for thinking that I could possibly remain friendless in this place.

Because between irritating, teasing each other to no limit, putting our dirty hands into others’ lunches like they were our own, fighting and then laughing maniacally, we all found love and friendship and a place where we belong.

Words do amaze me sometimes. They act like a proper blanket, bringing under them all the emotions we feel; anchoring them in syllables and vowels. However, they are inadequate when describing something as raw, pure and unearthly as the love between friends.

How can I describe the way I love my friends? Words fail me. They are inconsequential. How can I possibly fit all the affection, respect and admiration I feel for a group of people, who went from complete strangers to my saviours in a couple of years? Can words capture the moments when I giggled so hard that my stomach hurt? Can they capture the realness of the smiles I smiled during my time at this place?


That’s why, I captured memories, both with my eyes and the camera. The lyrics of Ed Sheeran’s song, Photograph, come to my mind-

“We keep this love in a photograph,

We made these memories for ourselves.

Where our eyes are never closing, 

Hearts are never broken,

And time’s forever frozen and still.” 

It hurts saying good-bye to the place that’s given me so many reasons not to. Like all good things, school was going to end someday.

But just for once, amidst all the differences we harbour, I know our hearts beat in union, wishing that it wasn’t.

-Kimaya Ingale.



Blood And Truth.

“Truth and blood, we know that they both live inside of all of us. Then why, when either of them bleed out, are we so shocked?”

“We’ve all got our own universes. Better to get lost in our own and at least stand a chance to get out, than venturing into others’ and hitting dead ends everywhere.”

“Do not ever love hard and be sorry for it.  Be proud of the fact that you gave what not everybody could.”

-Kimaya Ingale.