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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

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Paradox

Together, we form a necessary paradox.
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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.

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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

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About Reading And Books

To be very honest my reading style is a little (read: very) complex. Although I read almost every book I come across, only a few stay with me for a long time. I love to read fictions first of all, fictions that are set in indian contexts are perfect but in that too I can’t stand Chetan Bhagat novels (although I am guilty of reading them too). I guess I like books that have a certain connect in them, that are relatable to the real life. I completely adore the writing style of Ruskin Bond, the way he describes a situation or a context is like you can imagine the scene right in front of you. I have ‘Ruskin Bond Children Omnibus’ which I got in class 5th and I have read and re-read it. ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ is another one that is so simple yet so beautiful. How can I forget R.K Narayan, I have his ‘Swami And Friends’ by heart now and the Malgudi Days (though I lost the hard copy of this one) too. Then Short Stories by Gulzar, ‘Lamb To My Slaughter’ by Roald Dahl are a few of others that I enjoyed reading. Overall I think if you describe the Indian streets and bazaars beautifully and are able to paint a scene with your words, you’ll be my favorite author/book.

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Unanswered Questions

Unlike the questions which have a definite, set answer, you my dear, are a mix of uncertainty, unpredictability. And of course, the guts I require to face you…phewww….. The questions left unanswered, on my blank answer sheet, on my text to him, in the eyes of my bestfriend, you always, always invoke a sense of guilt and repentance. A ‘what if?’  A never ending quest to find a answer, and running away from it at the same time. My dear, unanswered questions, you are a source of constant turmoil and an answer in yourself!!!

IDK if this makes sense or not 

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TO MY NOT SO FAVOURITE SEASON

While the Instagram stories are filled with boomerangs of rain descending down from he heaven above, and the rain lovers are oohing ahhaing about how much they love rain. I find it cringeworthy to love rain. like ew, no. It’s humid. It’s always raining, you can’t go out. It’s always wet. And the cars on the road never fail to splash mud on me, Thanks to the famous Indian puddles. My skin wages another war with acne, which the acne always win with the breakout, and my hair, let’s not get into this. And I don’t know why but rains are always synonymous to lovers, heartbreaks and this definitely turns the knife in the wound (my imaginary lover are you listening? ). I detest rains and the emotions involved with it. FOR ME IT WILL ALWAYS BE A SEASON OF GLOOM, UNCONTRALLABLE SWEAT AND HUMID. AND ALSO CHAI PAKORA ( the only reason they become a little tolerable)

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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 docter. 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, BULIMA, POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, OBBESESSIVE-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 getting 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.