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Riddhi

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India
India
Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am. https://theurbanlekhak.wordpress.com/
March 9, 2017
 

Dear Mom
Thankyou for sticking with me legit from the day I was a cell. Thankyou for not leaving me in a mall and running away. I know that must have been very tempting. Thankyou for putting up with a spoiled, messy, ungrateful and bratty child like me. All moms gave birth to a child. Except my mom, she gave birth to a legend. High five, mom ! I love how we don't even need to say out loud that I am your favourite child. My mom can conquer anything in this world if she can put up with this wild child of hers ever since I was a zygote. My mom is either my best friend or satan. There is no in-between.
No matter how many times we argue, how many we don't understand each other, how many times I ge...

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February 15, 2017
 

Do you ever reach that point of life when you don't know what's wrong with you ? Everything seems to be in a complete mess. Where there's no one to listen to and you rely only on your faithful playlist. Where each and every thing bothers you and you end up screaming at the top of your lungs. Where you just don't feel like sharing your problems with anyone with the fear that you'll bother them...or they won't understand. Where the lyrics of songs describe your life perfectly. You just sit in a corner and wish to curl up and die somewhere. At this point of time, I am not necessarily sad... I just feel so empty. Like there's a large void inside me. Do you know that feeling when you are just so f...

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February 12, 2017
 

You have moments where you think you are over it and then you have others where you cry on the bathroom floor. You get a strange feeling when you leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and at this place, because you'll never be this way ever again. Dear long distance best friend, right from the day we became friends to the day I bid you goodbye on the station, all the memories are fresh in my mind. For the last eight months, I've thought about you every day, every night. I was just so used to having you around, it kind of caught me off guard when that changed. There are nights when I stay up late thinking life would be ...

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February 7, 2017
 

They did it to her again. And she kept mum again. Only this time she didn't cry. The blade became her new friend. One cut for every time they bullied her. The pain made her forget everything. Possibly her name too. She was not happy. She was not unhappy. She was just frozen in the middle of somewhere. Her life was a constant battle of wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. She had become a dead soul inside. They had turned her into one. Her screams and cries for help no longer mattered. She chose to bury them..deep. How long before she is just a memory, she thought. The blade was a good friend of hers, remember ? They were friends till death did them apart. Another cut...and gone. ...

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February 6, 2017
 

When fear creeps up your spine, start writing. Shake it off word by word, and look at the splinters of fear on the floor, shining like broken glass. Writers write about their fears, their obsession; things that haunt them; things they can't forget; stories that run in their blood waiting to be released. I am an amateur writer and I have to keep reminding myself that I am simply shovelling sand into a box so that later I can build castles. Does anyone else suddenly get hit by flashes of dialogues or scenery or characterization that would be perfect if you actually had a plot you could incorporate it into ? Same. Once a writer, always a writer.

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February 3, 2017
 

She tried her hardest to not act how she felt.
It's hard when you constantly feel so unwanted. Everyone gets tired of me at some point. Then eventually they'll leave. They all do, she thought. Do you ever just want to move somewhere new where no one knows who you are and start all over again ? Because... same. What a shame that a girl who once believed in fairy tales and magic had to be struck by reality with demons in her mind and the fear of never being loved.
A year passed contemplating loneliness. It was rarely talked about, yet so present in her life. She didn't have any answers. Then she realised that she was the biggest hypocrite of them all. She told people to hold on, that there is l...

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February 1, 2017
 

Books were her refuge. Books were there for her in happiness and sadness. She felt more connected to the characters of the books rather than people in real life. Narnia made more sense than the real world. While most of the girls in her class dreamed of a handsome husband, diamonds and bungalows, she imagined coming home to her dogs and an enormous library. She was the type of girl people wrote books about. Women who read are dangerous after all. She loved the feeling when the title of a book actually made sense. While reading, we don't fall in love with mere characters. We fall in love with their words, their thoughts and their hearts. We fall in love with their souls.
And with another cup o...

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February 1, 2017
 

Another Monday morning.
Another day of facing hell. She hoped they'd not shove her head into the toilet today atleast. She made all the possible attempts of going unnoticed. Ah, only if the cloak of invisibility existed for real. She came home to bruises and tears. What hurt the most was the words they said. The words they said made bruises that didn't fade away. She kept asking herself was she so unworthy. Her head screamed to die. The same thing over and over again. At school, she didn't expect her "friends" to be on her side while at home expectations were never met.
Books were her refuge. The only thing that kept her from losing her sanity. Oh, how she loved books. She liked the fact that...

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January 31, 2017
 

And she lit the fifth one.
it was 5 in the morning and she sat there on the rooftop without any realisation that she hadn't slept for 48 hrs straight. She smelled of cigarettes and sadness. She hadn't realised that the absence of him made such an enormous difference in her life. He had left. What remained behind were the memories. The 3 am talks, the surprise dates, the never let me go hugs, his hoodie.
Everything.
He had taught her to live. But he hadn't told her how to live life without him. He was her favourite drug. The drug that got her high in a way nothing else did. But he was gone. Only to never return back.
Her life had become a large void. She, a damaged soul. Lighting up another ci...

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