I Have Often Wished To Grow So Immune To The World And It's Nuances, That Whenever A Part Of My Heart

I have often wished to grow so immune to the world and it's nuances, that whenever a part of my heart is mentioned, I stay calm as the ocean. And not jump head straight into the deep abyssal plain of it, and rev in the beauty even when I know it's deep enough to drown me to give the world a show of my madness.

-V

When you love the rain too dearly,

You are not scared of her storms.

Since you danced in the flowers she shed,

You must accept her worms.

Like two paths to a destination,

one a beautiful road, one a scary wood.

You must know all creatures on earth,

have an evil devil, and an angel good.

-Vanshika

"What are you?"

"A leafless branched tree.."

"...??"

"...naked to the wind."

"What 'Wind'!?"

"Life."

"When are your leaves coming back?"

"Everytime I am looked at."

There was a time in my life when I thought of myself as high and mighty, because I had no emotional attachment to my school. I was perplexed at the thought of why people spend so much time crying over a building. The two friends I had, and the two favourite teachers will always be with me, no matter the place. I did not love the walls, the classes or the playground, or the murals, or the auditorium. I felt safer and wiser loving people instead. And I was very satisfied with that because I was aware places are meant to be left behind. And that is what happened. I left school.

Now, years later, no matter what mindset I possess, whenever I pass through the familiar road and the street leading to my school comes in my view, my heart skips several beats. My mind goes, 'Hey! The same place we use to come everyday..'; 'The building didn't change much..' or 'That is the same bakery where I ate a chocolate truffle with my first pocket money'. And then I think to myself about how unconsciously we give place to so many things in our life, and they never leave. It was not in my hands to love my school.

I do not want to go back there in person. But I guess, I visit that place in my heart, more times than I'd like to admit.

-An excerpt from the autobiography I will never write.

Let's normalise the expectations of being treated with as much care as we treat others. There are too many caring people out there who do not care for the right people. And by the time they realise their misappropriate actions, they have already burnt a huge part of themselves in lighting others. Let's not be candles. People discard candles when sufficient light starts entering their room.

-V

It is going to be an uncertain summer. The constant heat that seems calm and firm in its place. But I have this storm running inside. No matter how much I convince myself there is a world after this summer, I know I'll win big or I'll loose big this time. It hurts to not be in control. And it hurts even more to pretend like I am in it.

-VS