HeartMindWars

  It's been long I have written about topics I actually started writing on -- Curses that prevail in our society. Stigmas that have crippled the world around us. //Whats Your Caste? Quite offended looking at my first line above? Triggered? Or shall I say, a wierd sense of hesitant tickle aroused up your spine? Good. But what do we about it next? That feeling, that reminder, those angry questions just rise enough to hit our mind one time and then vanish the moment we school down the feed because thats nothing we can do about, right? If you think so. Its not. Years ago, when I was 12 perhaps, I remember going to my village along with my entire family. As we reach our relatives' place, I entered the kitchen to see something very strange. That was not same in my home at the city and hence, I was curious. And I asked my aunt, a housewife who had two girls who never went to school after class 10th and one boy, who was studying abroad. (Yes, I am putting this info to let you see the ...

 

  When playing with Teddy replaced with scrolling news feeds, When writing diary turned to saving quotes n screenshots, When going to school with two pony switched to going to collage with straight hair,  When unboxing pizza and grabbing it converted totaking pictures before eating,  When distributing toffies in birthday was replaced by thanking in comments,  When sharing tiffins disappeared and memes shared by frnds appeared, When fighting with sibling changed to fighting withourselves, Childishness feded away and cold breeze of maturity touched our minds n souls..

  There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them... The soul is in pain, Eyes have tears, Lips are still smiling, Mouth is making laughter, The weight heart carries is drifting it apart, All I want to do is to hug you again, All I want to see us your face again, All I want to hear is your voice again.... There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them...                                        -- Goli Ankita Rao

       

 The story of her side is as catastrophic as yours. The volcano inside her was already boling, the pain she carried for days, months, year was already vulnerable... The last few leafs of her dead tree were about to plummet... The more sleepless nights she had the more bigger step she was taking towards the alluring darkness... The smallest cut always hurts the most and she was having 1000 of them... The way she smiled helped her eyes hide the entire story... The pain her heart carried was as  atrocious as yours...  The story of her side continued,  She knew if she took even a baby step more then she won't be able to return, She was trying to hold herself up, She was getting exhausted in her way off the darkness, She badly wanted one rose out of the garden full of roses, but all she got was steam thron, The story of her side was becoming dreadful ever time she blinked her eyes...  The story of her side changed when she from a worm evolved to a butterfly... It wa...