Write Ups

To The Helpers and The Strugglers,

To the Helpers,

 Sadly the STIGMA attached to mental health awareness in India is pretty big. It is not a thing we are not aware of. How commonly do we hear psychiatrist being referred as pagalon ka doctor. How commonly we hush up the talk about depression, how commonly we are not even able to identify the symptoms, or to reach out to a person before he\she commits self-harm,

It’s time we stop hushing the words like MENTAL ILLNESSES, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, BIPOLAR DISORDER, SCHIZOPHRENIA, ANOREXIA NERVOSA, BULIMIA, POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER, AUTISM and many others like this.

 It’s time you reach out, be empathetic towards them, and be their strength.

For the strugglers,

 It’s okay to not be okay. But it’s not okay to stay like that forever. You got the potential, you can seek bigger things in life. And you are definitely stronger than this. I do see the super hero in you. GET UP, I know it is easier said than done, but you ought to get up. I know you don’t feel like waking up in the morning, I know you think you aren’t enough, you are afraid to step out, but you can’t give up on yourself, your dreams, and your family. If you need help reach out, talk about your symptoms to someone who actually cares, and seek professional help.

Reach out, talk to me, if you aren’t doing well lately. I really do care, and you are loved.

Quill

How I Write?

I am not that great of thinker or writer kinds. I love to read what my fellow mates write, how fluently their words form a harmony with each other and kind of engulf you, in contrast to my muddled up writing. I guess what I write does not have that pain, or the heartache that fuels the flow of the others.

On some days, I read beautiful-beautiful poetries, piece of works. I am left wondering how can you write this flawlessly. like how do you know what to write after the core idea. The other day, this line ‘you have to be someone’s pain to be written about’ came into my mind. but as soon as I sat down to write, I was blank. The cursor was pointing at me and I did not know what to write after this.

And another thing that constantly stops me is that as soon as I put my thoughts in word, they start looking at me like the most absurd thing ever. And I backspace all of it.

The same is happening with this one also, I think I’ll publish it before I press backspace.

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Dear Fellow Women,

I know we are taught to hate each other. We are taught ‘two women can not be bestfriends’.

But this day and every day, I thank god for your existence because who else would provide me unconditional warmth when “Guy Best Friends” just aren’t getting the point. Because who else would notice and comment on the perfect wing that took hours to be perfected. Because who would be as dramatic as I want to be in a situation. Because who else would accompany me to the washroom. Because who else would write texts with me when my crush replies for the first time. Because who would *check* if everything is fine at the *back* and *front* as well.

To all the powerful and beautiful women in my life who I absolutely adore and love.

HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY

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Dear XII A1,

It will be the second time that I would have to say goodbye to a school, and I think this is also going to be difficult (unlike the perception that I formed on the first day)

Dear XII A1, I remember how we all whined that our new class is placed just next to A2, but I guess that was destined, without them how would we have bonded on common grounds for hatred (except some few blessed souls). I am suddenly empty, I really want to write and capture all the days we spent together. From the day of the entrance exam, to the freshers where we all were timid little juniors in awe of our seniors, (:himanshi wynk wynk). From the literary week were Anhad and Tanvi slayed the podium, to the history project’s presentations. From getting caught by Lovish with phone to my phone playing a weird sing in the middle of a silent class. From being termed as nerds for the whole of the year, to putting up a failed show of NERD NIRVANA at the fete (I still don’t know if it was profit or loss, Ashiv please explain, na? ). From Anav being a sport, pissin off Mishika, to Vansh not coming up on the stage on farewell. From me doing ring-around-the roses with someone , to Vrinda finding cutie’s address. From getting intimidated from each one of you, too loving you from my core. From not wanting to come to school to, not wanting to leave, we all grew up, right?

Promises made in 10th of always staying in touch, were not adhered to, and honestly I do know if we will stay in touch or not, I can’t promise that. The one thing that I can promise is on the day I feel low, a photograph of our happy faces, and all these moments that we spend will make me smile.

With Love.

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Dear Anhad,

I think you are one of those true souls. The ones who’s energy I crave. Those souls who’s disappointment and sadness can make you gloomy and their love radiates from their skin.

Anhad, I adore you, your persona, the way you work to achieve what you want, the way you love those around you, the way you laugh and giggle, and how you run behind peon bhaiya to get some mithai meant for teachers. I love how you never break rules but still be my partner in crime. I love how you protect me from some ‘looks’. 😂. We all love to share a laugh when you talk to fake snakes,(I really would love to take names, but I don’t involve myself in controversies.) Though this letter is written by me but I think Sehaj and Tanvi would agree,without you it would not have been the same, we all needed a crazy streak to open up. Thanks for sitting next to me, when teachers became unbearable thanks for drawing ❤️ on my notebooks. Thanks for breaking the ice on the first day of 11th. Tears are welling up and I think I would not be able to write more. But I hope you know how much you mean to me, to all of us.

Happy Birthday.

Love

Quill

Happy New Year

We owe a big thanks to 2019 for being one hell of a year. From finding new talents and creating wonderful works. Thanks for being a part of this beautiful journey. We are grateful.

Cheers to 2020

Art

Paradox

Together, we form a necessary paradox.
Quill

DEAR CRUSH,

Butterflies, stolen glances, going out of way, doing the silliest things for attention. Dear crush, I don’t even know when I fell for you or why I liked you at the first place. And you don’t even know that I exist, that a girl like me swoons every time you run your fingers through your hair. I swear my heart threatens to burst every time you stand up to make a speech. How can someone be so perfect? And to be honest my friends don’t really understand my liking for you. For them, you are an ordinary guy. For me, you are an unexplainable reason to smile all day long.

-A girl waiting for her dupatta to get stuck to your shirt’s button.

Quill

To AGAR TUM SAATH HO,

I heard you for the first time, in the car. You became my mom’s favourite soon after. At first I thought you were a regular love song, with some nice beats. But, no you were much more than that. You are not about VED and TARA anymore. To be very honest I am not someone who feels think so deeply but I felt the pain in Arjit’s voice, I felt Alka’s longing. You broke my heart. Probably, I think can not even explain in words how I feel hearing this song, and it is kind of weird because you are the song which I will probably hear again when I will be happy in love and sad, heartbroken. I don’t know, I really don’t know.

But I love you, Agar Tum Saath Ho!!

#4yearsoftamasha