Vaishu writes

  What makes you beautiful is⁣ not just the days when you ⁣seem to be the happiest person ⁣in this world but also the days ⁣⁣when you sit by your window ⁣and cried and prayed to God ⁣to make it better with time.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣They say my smile is beautiful⁣ but I ask you to look behind ⁣it, the pain I go through and⁣ the way I hold myself while ⁣being there is beautiful too.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And some days those nights ⁣are beautiful too when I ⁣carry baggage that has ⁣all my broken pieces and ⁣I make art out of it. I keep that correct in front of ⁣you. You appreciate it, ⁣it too came from a mess, ⁣an artist can make a flower ⁣bloom even in places with ⁣no light and less water, that’s ⁣the beauty,  Beauty is not ⁣just the way I pick myself ⁣when I fall, it also lies in the ⁣way  I stay there and hold ⁣myself, Beauty is not just ⁣the way I smile when you ⁣appreciate me but also  When ⁣I adore myself when no one does.⁣⁣  Beauty is not just the spring ⁣but also the autumn when ⁣you fall ...

Thought after thought so many thoughts, even the thoughts that this heart thought, I know it sounds so confusing but this is what this mind does sometimes it confuses us and sometimes we try to confuse it first. I don’t know what specifically this mind should be called so I chose to call it an extrovert. This mind of mine has always been an extrovert like it is way too bold to think but this heart of mine has always been an introvert way too shy to feel, sometimes this mind is bold enough to accept but this heart of mine is too shy to say it, and sometimes this heart believe that I am in love but the mind says to think about it again. At some point, you realize that no matter how you feel but what matters is also what you think about it, maybe that is why it is important to value our thoughts too not just what this heart feels. When I was with the person I loved the most, I kept falling in love with him so much that I didn’t realize that when did I keep falling alone, at that point I r...

  There was a time when this heart looked for love, looked for the lover to love and end up being not loved, end up being vulnerable, ending up doubting her love.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I never expected from someone and then one day I fell for him and I did expect him to love me as I love him but every expectation has fallen together with me and the worst part is this time he didn't fall with me.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You know what heartbreak is not just a broken heart, it also breaks the faith in love, it breaks the faith in us, it breaks the faith in the word lover.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And sometimes it's hard to love yourself because someone failed when they tried loving you, they left because they couldn't and that's what you think but darling they failed not because you were something less or it was hard to love you, they failed coz it was hard for them to love, hard for them to understand ⁣your idea of love and even harder to implement theirs.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I have realised that being stuck where he left off is like giving ...

  This is to everyone who thinks crying is for weakness: For a long time, I held onto my tears, and one day a sudden outburst of emotions left me shattered, there were so many pieces to pick up that for once I just paused and it felt like suddenly a tornado hit my mind and heart, it didn’t hit it once but it hit it twice, thrice and as many times I chose to not cry and keep everything inside, That day I realized that crying means you are enough brave to hold your hands up and wipe all your tears away and then again try, I don’t know why they say don’t cry, don’t cry rather let them cry for a while, later it feels like these eyes moved away a brick of emotion from the piles of feeling inside. Cry it out, cry it loud, darling, tears make no noise, tears are a gateway for the noise in the mind to escape for a while, darling tears make no noise, it’s the urge to scream because you held it inside since a long time, darling tears make no noise, the noise is outside ‘why’, ‘how’ ‘what hap...

  The bravest woman I saw was the one who wiped her tears away just to hold someone who came to her crying and asking for help, I looked at her and I kept looking at her and everything changed since then, I realized maybe being brave is not just trying to be kind to yourself, it is also being kind to others, maybe choosing to hold someone who is falling while you have already felled is also choosing to be brave, maybe some pains don’t need to be taken care of they just disappear when you take care of someone else’s pain, how magical is this? how beautiful it is to be someone’s sailing boat when all they find is a reason to sit by the shore. I remember her, I remember how she took care of everyone who came to her without being taken care of, how she healed them without expecting them to heal her too, and how she let others feel safe and protected around her even if no one made her feel the same, I know her, she is the kind of girl who smiles when it hurts, she is the kind of girl wh...