Swathi Writes Back!

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