"You know what's so ironic about us human beings?
We want to live and believe in our theories, but at the end, in vain, live and believe in the irony itself."
-Kavya Chandra


They call me a lot of things; but then who are "they"?
"They" are the people who say those kinds of things.
There is so much to an individual which even the individual himself cannot discover; and there is yet so much others can know about him without him acknowledging that he is capable of such possessions.
I cannot introduce myself with anything but my name; one has to figure who I am on their own.

I can sure enlighten you with a few basic details.

I was named Kavya, and my name literally translates into "a collection of poems."
I am 17 years old and have a keen interest in photography, reading, poetry and a lot of writing.

I don't care much about things that shouldn't be cared about and I am perfectly okay with someone being too straightforward and rude because well i don't fancy those who have all the pretentiousness in the world right under their lips.

That's about it.
Enjoy. Basically.
  • Peterborough, Ontario
  • JoinedJanuary 11, 2012




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