Pseudo Writer

I heard a fable once, one that existed but in whispers, in the motion of restless leaves, in the voices that wind captures; of a girl who was afraid of promises, of all the deceit they had brought, of all the ones she couldn't keep, and the unmade ones that she sought. And I understand it must be difficult, to always be on the same end of it, where a promise mattered a little more, to her than the person making it. For she always kept her end of the bargain, and yet gradually got left behind. So she was insecure if the problem was her, or she had expectations from the unkind. It's been a while and she has grown out of the misery that she had seen, but she became a lot more cautious, much more than she had ever been. And she tried to keep it to herself, but she couldn't really stop her sighs. The sighs that whispered her stories, to the winds that blew into the skies. And so the fable exists in whispers, to be heard by those willing to listen; for the wind wishes her n...

"If someone succumbs to pressure, does it make them weak or does it make them human?" This is one of those questions, that in their essence seem quite pointless. You know right, that kind of questions? The 'what does this mean for humanity as a whole', the 'subjectivity of rights and wrongs', the 'kindness a strength or weakness", etc kind? The questions that very few of us actually care about? Yes, this is one of those. Do you remember what it's like to be in the 9th standard? You are in your mid-teens, trying to adjust to your physical and psychological changes from the puberty hit, people around you are also going through the same, the validation from your classmates/friends/almost anyone becomes a lot more important to you etc. Yes, this is a story from that time. When I entered the 9th standard, there was a lot of buzz that accompanied the event. And if you are not aware of the Indian CBSE education system, all you need to know is 9th and 11t...