"If only you'd been a son", is a statement many girls, especially in India, have the displeasure of hearing. This piece is a response from those girls, to the people that say and believe such things.
Hello's are really just a beautiful blend of doubtful and joyful anticipation. They can be the start of something so new, and so exciting. But they can also be the beginning of something that's going to cause a lot of heart ache in the future. Since I've moved to university, I've experienced both these hello's.
Goodbyes are strange things, bittersweet, if you will. They’re filled with the remnants of laughter and sweet memories made, but also the heartache of the distance to come. Sometimes when you say goodbye, you simply don’t know when you’re going to say hello again. So, to my loving Jelly Fam, until we meet again, here's goodbye.
While I’ve been gone for a few months, I really dealt with writers block, insecurities and a lot of misplaced emotions. This post includes a poem regarding how I felt, and the story of how I managed to over come it. This is something I believe can be useful to everyone, not just writers. Because we all have something we’re putting off, somewhere to start and something to finish.
In all of our lives, at some point, some one, has made us feel like our words and our opinions don’t matter. It’s a universal feeling of feeling unappreciated, unwanted and insignificant, so we apologize for caring and quickly catch ourselves before our opinions blurt them selves out! That needs to stop! My words matter and so do yours, let them be heard!