This cotton dupatta is at war with gravity, it is standing up over my head like a balloon not resting, every breeze is turning it into a parachute, even my phone's screen is mocking me, as I can see the reflection. instead of elegance I ended up looking like a walking tent in protest. 🪂🧕🏼
There comes a time, not once, but many times, when you don’t crave healing anymore, you crave destruction, you don’t want to grow, but you want to fall, you want to ruin every soft part of you and become the baddest, coldest and evilest version of yourself.
But the wound remains unhealed We shout and cry, laugh and dance Clinging to the silence we call love Sharing solitude like it's sacred Yet love doesn't exist So do we!
it'll get onto your nerves, things will get settled down in a while, just like these dust particles, you'll find new roads, Broader ways and wider skies
They show you their sorrows, their sufferings and when they strive so much for survival, they'll just tell you that they lived happily, without showing you what happiness really is. They shape our minds and portray happiness as an illusion of aim.
In our Desi households, we’re often guilt-tripped so frequently that it becomes absolutely essential to develop emotional intelligence not just as a skill, but as a survival tool. Without it, we risk getting stuck in a never-ending cycle of emotional confusion and pain, all because we dared to set a boundary. The funny part---? traumatically trained members create an entire scene, playing the victim card. *Remember!* You're not responsible for how they feel when you to set a boundary, specially when they have this pattern of blaming others and gaining sympathies. ~Jay
