Swathi Writes Back!

  Maturity hit me like a tonne of bricks  the instant I realised what it meant to be okay.   Maturity slammed into me like a tonne of bricks. The moment I learned that forever is a lie-filled utopia.   Maturity slammed into me like a tonne of bricks. I chose silence over argument at that point.   Maturity slammed into me like a tonne of bricks. I sensed the difference between lonely and alone at the time.   Maturity has hit me like a tonne of bricks. People can only forgive, but they can't forget, I realised.   Maturity crashed into me like a tonne of bricks. I realised the difference between comprehending and realising at that point.   Maturity slammed into me like a bag of bricks. I understood that smiling and being joyful are not the same thing. Maturity slammed into me like a sack of rocks. When I first realised I was pregnant, I was ecstatic. -SWATHI MADHAVAN

We learn from our failures, our incorrect turns, the fake friends we make,  and the times we come close to breaking. Our mistakes help us grow, but we didn't realise it at the time. We didn't want our frailty to be exposed. We couldn't tell them at the time. Our phoney pals were present, but they were unconcerned about our secrets, and now they merely gaze as we pass. You're strong if you don't break. As if you hadn't waited so long to explain yourself, you'd know where you went wrong, but keep strong. So here's to the liars and traitors, all the want tobes and haters,  as well as learning from our mistakes and recognising the fakes. To being a teen, here's to you. Live it up, since we're in the midst of a dream. -SWATHI MADHAVAN

A ffection addiction would reach new heights. B askets of blessings would be spoken aloud. C ompassionate outpourings would obscure the effects of climate change. The    D umbsized depression would vanish. The E phemeral thrill would last forever. The thrill of turning the pages of a book would be F ascinating. Individuality's G lamour would be welcome. A brilliant  H arbinger would be the happiest homosexuals. The stigma of  I lliteracy would find a safe haven. Good times would be sequenced by J ury from the heavens. K ARMA's key would be guarded with extreme caution. The Gender L abel would be gone. M oral principles would be muttered with melody. N urturing nature would be a top priority. The weeds of corruption would be removed by O rchid of orb. P overty would be pissed off, and pollution would be pissed off. It would not be necessary to Q ueue for basic sanitation. R ipples of Rape would undoubtedly vanish. S luscious souls would be bizarre in ever...

I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you. And it's true that I adore you. I'll pass any test you throw at me. It's been a long time coming, several years in fact. With a few sighs and some concerns. But, Oh dear, I've never seen such a beauty! You're a sweetie. It was love at first sight, for sure. Please sympathise with my plight. I believe you will be mine one day. You are my sunshine, my beloved. You are such a lovely sight to behold; you are definitely a treat. Let us travel to a planet or a rainbow. Where would we sow love seeds? On the surface of the moon, There's a small cabin nearby. Some hot dogs with sausage, which I've prepared. My feelings for you, I hope you enjoy it. This is a poem written especially for you, you, you. This is the last, but not the least, paragraph. On the B'day banquet, with vows to join. I only care about you, my darling, because I adore you, you, you, and you. -SWATHI MADHAVAN

  Just like everyday I noticed a message informing me how she should be treated, like I do every day... Another person says to me, What she is deserving of... Aren't these meant to be for guys as well? a list of people who should be notified, What can you do to make your males glow? Is there any tip you can give to make your men smile? Isn't there supposed to be a list?   On what males are entitled to, On what they might or might not like? Treat your girl well, but don't forget about your man. Everyone requires love. Everyone is entitled to be respected. Why did we include a gender bias? On all things that are supposed to be fair -SWATHI MADHAVAN

  She lowers her head. As she walks down the street,  she tries to keep her distance from all the nonsense. She revealed a hidden face every time.   Her heart is breaking. And her throat dry as  she listens to the chit-chat against her. All of the blaming whispers may be heard.   "Look at the person who was involved in the crime;  even if it was done with her permission, she ruined her uncle's life."   As she enters the market, The roadside boys point at her, their lusty eyes locked on her,  and they laugh together in derision.   She rushes inside the car,  her palms on her chest,  to once again defend herself  from demons and to rest happily.   Because she has been raped by individuals,  the biassed society believes it is appropriate  to treat her as if she were draping a nude little skirt.   She believes that everything has come to an end,  and that she will no longer be happy;  she is constantly...

When your happiness is shared  with someone else,  you've found love. It's a spell  that will take you  out of your mind.   A depressing song that makes you cry A lovely rhyme  that makes you flush and feel self-conscious.   Love is a confluence of delight  and joy, marvellous, wonderful,  and a mystic illusion.   Love is a harvest that occurs without warning  and without your permission, regardless of the season.   Love is a beautiful deception,  where the eyes do all the magic, and it rarely ends tragically.   When someone else's happiness is yours, it's love. It\'s a rare tie of zeal,  shared by two pure souls.   Love is a song sung  by everybody, big or tiny, it makes no difference.   Yes, love does happen, and you must have experienced it at least once.   Love happens by itself,  yes, it's real, Love is Love, What to Do!! -SWATHI MADHAVAN

His heart, a cardboard box, learned to beat. It was all so foriegn, He wondered himself  how it was possible that something dead had managed to breath, He tried for a long time to clear the dust that had accumulated. It was nearly too much some days,  and he would strive to keep it still, to make it stop, but he rarely succeeded. And even when he did,  it was far too brief to be considered a success. Since he could remember, his chest had been numb. He taught himself to smoke,  He discovered the warmth his heart couldn't supply  through the burn his lungs never asked for, He's been fading away for far too long, and he's forgotten how it felt to be whole. So he remained a ghost beneath his skin with falsehoods for a pulse, He is a self made man, He disposed of people  as much as he did things...perhaps even more, And so when this pink flesh told him it would no longer perform his bidding, He was on uncharted territory,  He dare not call it love,  H...

Kindness needs heart, not cuteness or intelligence. Kindness measures one's character. To judge and rage slowly. World requires kindness Kindness produces huge fruits. Kindness is respected. Kindness attracts people. Kindness never fails. Kindness brings pride. Kindness is a priceless asset. Paying someone attention is time well spent. I hope you'll flourish and spread kindness. My buddies ignored me when I was kind. I pretended not to mind, but they did. I stopped spending time with them since they didn't care. Kindness heals spirit wounds and offers joy.  Generosity produces a lasting impression memories galore Kindness is powerful. Allow that small act of kindness to flow from your heart wherever you go. Reach out to all those who are in need with kindness. Kindly smile to others around you. Spread the seed of compassion. Today, be kind. -SWATHI MADHAVAN

                                          What will you do once you've recovered? Will you be the same person when you get better? Will you be better, will you be different? When do you think you\'ll be able to heal from all you've been through? Is it possible for life to get any better than it is now? Will you achieve your goals and raise your score? Will people remember your name in the future? Are they going to forget about you because they're embarrassed? It's possible that life in recovery will be different. In this brand-new game, the rules may have altered. You can put the pieces back together and start over. And hope and courage save you from collapsing. The world around you appears to have altered and evolved. Things that were once within reach now appear to be out of reach. You may, however, reclaim your life and live it to the fullest. The dreams that were taken away from ...