I Have Had Two Types Of Critics In My Life.

I have had two types of critics in my life.

1. "It is a negative point of your personality but it won't stick with you if you try to get better. And it does get better if you try hard enough. I'd be here to correct you and support you through this."

2. "Your this negative trait makes you the worst person I have met, in my whole life. I hope you die."

If I hadn't known better, I would have died.

Me: People say I am cruel, and that I should try to reach out to my inner child. The heart of the child inside me.

Also me: I would like to admit I have 3-4 hearts of children inside me.

Also also me: I like to collect them.

Also also also me: Kidnap is the correct word probably.

Someone: So how many times do you pretend to be in a conversation, while completely zoning out about life?

Me: Yes.

I just can't get enough of the feeling of being perceived as just me. Me, the entity, the present me, the me that you see right now, at this very moment. Not the me at my worst, or the me at my best. When I am seen exactly where I stand, what I am at this moment. When they take me in right now. Remind me this is my reality. And not the one where I am busy fighting with my past regrets of doing things wrong, or future fears of messing things up. But somewhere in the middle where I know I am not alone, no matter what mess I make.

-An excerpt from the autobiography I will never write, Vanshika.

I wish I were a cotton candy,

the world- an excited mouth.

So I'd necessarily leave a sweeter taste,

even when things go down south.

-Vanshika

You wait for me,

was the plan.

I saw you standing,

so I ran.

I could not believe,

people stay.

Warm promises still spur,

come what may.

-Vanshika Singh