Barelyhuman

Innu, Out of all the friends I made in frankfinn, you stuck through. You were there and you are here. You have always been. I've always believed that if you love someone, you can love them with specificity. You can articulate why you love them, what you love about them, because you've spent so long wondering why they matter to you. I love you for your kindness, I love you for your courage, I love you for the way you show your love through food, I love you for your stubborn little heart, I love you for the patience and faith you have in things and people you believe in. I love you for what you are to me but I love you for what you are to the world as well. We have shared too many firsts. And I'm sure we are gonna stick through too many lasts too. I don't know if people say this to you enough but you are rock solid strong and I'm very proud of what you are making of yourself. I'm here. For good days, for bad days, for good decisions and for bad decisio...

my name is Anaaya. this is a story about my Nani. she used to be my best friend. she isn't anymore. every summer, my nani used to go out to our backyard and pick mangoes. she would come back with a basket that had only the sweet ones. i still don't know how she learnt that art. she would then make mango jam and mango ice cream and mango milkshake and sometimes even mango sandwich. yes, mango sandwiches. they didn't taste that bad. and when you asked her, 'why this obsession with mangoes?', she'd simply say, 'your mother used to love mangoes' you'd think that their relationship would have been a great one. but it was just the opposite. maybe that's why she tried her best to make our relationship perfect. sometimes, when people are treated badly, they make sure to not let anyone else ever go through that. the first time someone bullied me in school, i came home crying.she let me cry instead of telling me to stop. sometimes that's th...

My pa would often tell me,'look beta you'd meet a lot of mean people in your life instead of thinking of avenging them and becoming like them remember one thing-the meanest people have made a graveyard of themselves instead of saying bad things to them offer them flowers and wish them peace and hope that one day,when they are filled with flowers ,their heart would turn like yours like a blooming garden of tulips, sunflowers and all the pretty flowers'so when i first met you i didn't understand why you were always so grumpy why you'd never laugh on jokes, why you'd push back everyone who tried to make you feel better or love you.five days later i vowed to myself ,i'll not let your heart remain a graveyard, i tried to talk to you the only replies i got were monosyllabic answers to my questions but little by little i started learning about you like i was learning a new language i found out that the word 'happy' meant silence i learnt that the word '...

Dear Anaaya I want to remember you like this. Full and bright. Loved. I know you feel like the world is dying with you in it, and I know you feel like you will never feel this way again. But what have we learned about you? Ya strong, babe. I know..I know that it feels more like a burden now. I know how much you want to just crash to the ground and stay there until the wind carries you away to your home. Home that you guarded from the war. Home that you waited to love until after you won the war. Home that packed its bag and left before the war ended. You have no home. A wild, wild woman. You have no roots. You have storms raging in your heart and you use everything you have to contain them within. Home. I want you to go home. It's there. It's there as long as you are here. It's there as long as you breathe. Sometimes, God gets tired of playing it safe. She gets tired of tip toeing around your heart. Sometimes, she breaks it open, because there is so much that ne...

sayad firr iss janam me mulakat ho na ho   To the people who are drifting away, Yesterday night was a hard one, mostly because I tried writing down names of people who’d know immediately if I ever decided to go away. And because I am here, alone in my room past midnight writing this letter, you know the list wasn’t what I was hoping for. Do you remember how I was when you first met me? You thought I’d never open up to anyone. You never thought that once you get to know me you’d find it hard to shut me up. You remember how my first impression is a mild one, almost not there. But when days passed and I opened up, you knew I’d always be a home for you. I will always be that someone you can run back to. You knew I will always be there where you left me, smiling, ready to listen. But if you knew me, you’d know I am still the same person who is shy around new people. If you know me you’d know that If I love you, I would still take your name with as much love years after. But ...

 i was four when i thought love was candy skies and god raining from the heaven and flowers kissing the earth and the wind whispering love songs to the trees i was seven when i saw my uncle carrying a bouquet of pink roses in the backseat of his car but those roses, they never reached home. they never reached my Aunty. i was nine when i realised those roses were for someone else when all this time, i made myself believe they might have got lost somewhere in the road between uncle's office and his home. i was twelve when my best friend came up to me and showed me the bruises she had on her arms, her neck, her legs. when i asked her 'who did that to you' she said 'it's okay. he promised me it's a kind of love' and i said 'okay' when it clearly was not. i was fourteen when i saw people waiting hours to send messages to someone they loved. when people laughed at the idea of making someone wait and the only question i had in mind was 'why. why would y...