Dear March,

I can quite describe the tingy December and the burning July but you! You are different. I start writing and I lose the words, I feel you all around me these days, you have arrived early, it’s only February and I feel like March.

You are the symbol of change in my life, I remember very well the distant sorrow in your wind, I used to stare out of my living room into the sleeping view in front of me, the sky high trees mesmerised by you and into the road that lie there, silent, as if mourning your arrival. I don’t want to try to be poetic, but to write you in simple words is such a shame.

I never realised this until now, I used to adore the freezing breeze of December that would rush the blood to my cheeks, I used to disguise the burning sun of July that would make my head swirl, but I almost always forget you, until you’re here. You are like a soothing break between extreme weathers, an escape from the moving world, you are the warm wind strokes that would make my stomach turn, you are like the end of a chapter that I don’t want to close, the endless possibilities of the new beginnings of April scare me and you are my soft little quilt that wraps around me with the warmest grip letting me drift off into the sweetest sleep.

Dear March, I didn’t realise it for so long that you are the home that I will not be able to cherish for long, for you fly away as fast as you come. Soon, the hot burning sun will take over this warmth and leave me craving and asking, for once, to let me feel one of your warm hugs.

Reasons To Write

Some write to remember, some write to forget! Yes I just quote (kinda) one of my favorite song.

So, everyone writes for one reason or another, whether they like it or not, 21st century requires you to write, be it the Facebook post caption, the comment section, the school homework, the presentation, the report, the thesis, bills, whatever you could think of, life here involves writing unless you’re living a life of complete abundance in the woods away from the keyboards, pen, paper and the entire world.

But people like us, who think that writing is their ultimate purpose, not just for the official livelihood in the 21st century but for the sake of their mental peace and the sense of having a purpose in this lost world, a way to not feel like we are just the dust particles in this infinite universe flying wherever the wind blows us (Grandpa Rick) we keep a tight hold to the illusion that our words matter and somehow make a difference even though we know that nothing is permanent, that everyone reading this would be dust in a few decades or weeks, for that matter. We know that people don’t remember everything they read and going in that dark hole of reality check thought process only brings up this empty void that tells you to STOP caring!

I am getting distracted from the topic.

The point is, there are various reasons to write. Some look for reasons to write, some write to reason their will to live, some find places to write, some just start writing in their toilet seat, some people plan it out accordingly outlining everything, going into details, and constructing their imagination, characters, the plot so well that it sells (oh! I envy their patience), while some just start with a vague idea (because we are not patient enough) believing that it’d take us somewhere, maybe that’s why we have so many incomplete drafts in our computer (shhh!).

My reasons for writing are as stupid as my blogs, today it’s because I’ve polished my nails for the first time since this pandemic started in March and I like to see my well-polished fingers fiddle through the keyboard. Although I just realized that I don’t look at the keyboard while typing anymore (jokes on me), sometimes I write because I’ve watched an amazing film, sometimes I write to find answers, sometimes to question, sometimes to let it out.

Most of the time I write to make sense of the chaos in my head. To maybe give myself an illusion that like Great Sylvia I am creating beauty out of sorrow? But I could only dream to be as beautifully aligned with my words as her. As she said in one of her journal entries that ‘some girl would envy my intelligence as I envy others’, slightly off topic but I love Sylvia, even though I am not equipped enough YET to understand her poems, I love her journal.

See, I just jumped right into the thought of writing this blog without planning and now I am just floating on the surface in hopes to make sense while I should just hold my breath and dive deep into the bottom, maybe I’ll find a blog worth posting. I blame sleep deprivation. It’s not that I live in any kind of discomfort that prevents me to have a good sleep, the only thing that stops me from peace is me. My obsessive mind.

I keep scrolling through pages absentmindedly, my eyes glued to the screen, my fingers obsessively wrapped around my phone, my mind constantly reminding me of the time and telling me “you don’t even remember the last thing you watched” but I keep scrolling ( if only you could also delete YouTube), shifting from one story to another, until it’s 3 AM and I’m too fatigued to even imagine anything before sleeping, too tired to even dream, 4 hours of sleep as if the constant bickering and distant drifting of my absent mind weren’t enough to draw me away from reality.

I am again drifting off from the topic that is “Reasons to write”, everyone has their own reasons, nothing is right or wrong, there are thousands of books, blogs, words, paragraphs, scattered around the world and the internet that it’s overwhelming, but everyone has the right to share what’s going on in their head, whether you like it or not. If you search one bizarre topic on the internet, you’ll find weird articles about the weirdest thing and most of them are quite fascinating to read. We don’t realize that we are living in this fantastic era where nothing is theoretically impossible, where you can reach and influence millions of people with your single opinion whether it’s positive or negative, you have the power.

I can’t believe my sleep deprived mind could vomit out so many words and I have no idea if any of it makes sense and my eyes are at the verge of shutting down even tho I had several cups of hard coffee that I might as well not edit.

But the conclusion is, writing helps, one way or the other, not just the writer, but the readers, editors, publishers, WordPress, and everyone that’s involved in the process.

So if you’re tempted to tickle the keyboard a little or scribble your pencil on the blank page or even dig your compass at the school bench, just fucking write.

R(EVOLUTION) OF HUMANKIND

As I watch the films based on Jane Austen’s book, mainly Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility (I’m not patient enough to read the books YET), I am drawn to wonder, how simpler those times were.

Not easy, but simpler.

How all they wanted (women mostly), was to love and be loved. Falling in love, getting married, starting a family (mostly to the rich ones according to Jane) was the center of their entire existence. I wonder if it is what it seems, or it’s just her imagination? It cannot all be fantasy, can it?

Do they never have the desire to pursue something other than love? Did they never feel that love in fact isn’t enough? Did they not feel that the euphoria, butterflies, blush, warmth, and the hopes it provides, practically fade away with time? How did they love so deeply without a corrupt mind and heart?

How was it possible? Did not having technology helped them with thinking and seeing things clearly? As they truly are? I wonder how it was to live in the 19th century, when there were no desires like getting verified on social platforms, having thousands of likes, positive comments, one million subscribers, getting into Ivy league, finding a well-paying job, having the latest Apple gadget, having a bucket list with places to visit around the world and adventure sports to try, watching Netflix!

Or, did the pollution-free air helped them stay pure to the true connection in the world? No cars, no noisy sounds, no traffic, ah! No horns, no rush! I’m sure people in that time must be more patient, life must be slow, silent, and peaceful in fact. Things must be a little (maybe way more) clear, people must be more present to the physical world instead of being so indulged in the digital, always digging their head in the phone screens, literally look around you next time you go outside if you don’t believe me (if you live in a city obviously, that I’m blessed enough to not).

I have become so impatient in this digital era, that it’s daunting to even imagine how those times must have been, and even if I manage to imagine myself there (thanks to these brilliant films), it gets really hard to stick to the imagination. Because my mind keeps reminding me of next thing on hand or in most cases, next folder of imagination in my mind.

I wonder, how could love be all that they needed? Or maybe it still is what we all need even now? And we’re too distracted looking for materialistic achievements, feeding our own ego, so immerged in this marathon that we forget what is important and where are we headed, trying to prove that we matter, while actually, we’re mere creatures crawling earth, imagining our own importance and seeking the answer that doesn’t exist. In hopes to find something greater than ourselves, believing that we have some kind of control or there’s someone controlling us, and SOMEDAY, IT IS ALL GOING TO BE JUST FINE!

Or who knows, this might be the right way to live! Love might be just an illusion, stopping us from our true abilities and reaching the limitless potential that we have. Maybe we have finally opened our eyes to see what lies beyond the blindfold of love that has been tied around our eyes! Maybe the digital era, the 21^st century is the true revolution of humankind into something greater than the mere existence!

The Drunk Man

There is a man in our neighborhood, I must tell you that I live in a valley, that although would be considered small, where everyone basically knows everyone! but it is quite vast.

Now for those of you who have never lived in one, I must tell you that it echoes, sometimes you could even hear the conversation people are having on the other side of the valley if they are loud enough and with the amount of population that has increased in the last few years, it is inevitable that you hear people, animals, kids (annoying), birds echo around the area.

So, you get the picture right?

So, there’s a man, I’m not quite sure if it’s just one particular or different every time, for I never had a chance to see him, as his voice only echoes in the dark and it is not decent enough for you to be curious of his face, you’d rather not.

This man is labeled “The Drunk Man”.

No, we didn’t have a special meeting to determine his name, it was inevitable. No one says anything, no one even tries to listen, people here are now used to hearing him curse, scream, shout and demand revenge, abuse no one in particular and this goes on for approximately an hour. Even kids are no more surprised to hear these voices, everyone has somehow adapted?

But I think about him, I being an over-thinker, I think about a person no one cares enough to even notice. I imagine the backstory of his anger, frustration, and courage that he could only have when he’s drunk out of his wits. The things he could say out loud to the entire world without being ashamed or even a hint of terror only after being drunk to the point where he has no sense of reality.

I imagine how silent he must be when he is sober, or is he always this drunk to avoid the guilt, suffocation, and helplessness that results from being a coward. Trust me, I know. I imagine how freeing it must be to let it all out, not just to the person who is the source of this anger but to the entire world, under the open sky.

I don’t want to go to the depressing parts of it where he’d have to see the disappointing face of his children and wife, where people must make fun of him in front of his family, and how his son has to take his drunk body home, from the side of the street and sometimes in horrible places, we all know how that goes, we all witness it around us, almost all the time.

But I just want to imagine or might I say assume what people don’t really want to see and would rather ignore. The pain of a person who has to drink so deadly to be able to let it out and to the extent that he’s too addicted and scared to be sober and face the feelings that I could never even imagine.

Well, that drunk man once must have been a normal guy with dreams, hope, love, kindness, vision, and life. How horrific situations he must have been through to turn into this person who is dependent on liquor to feel and mind you, he might still be filled with kindness but maybe not life.

We usually have a harsh judgment on a drunk person, we assume that they are bad people and we are not safe around them, and some of them are actually a threat. But you know what, most of them are just like us, who have found drinking as a way of coping with life, and they don’t know how to get out of it, some of them don’t even want to get out.

There was an incident in my life that changed my perspective towards them;

I was about 15, it must have been around 3 pm, walking back home from school when I saw this drunk guy stumbling in the distance, I got petrified to walk past him because according to what I have been told, Drunk people meant threat. I even waited for a while to see if someone would come so I could walk behind them. But no one came, I gathered my courage and told myself that he could barely walk, if he does anything I could easily push him down.

I walked towards him, my legs were literally shivering, I was taken aback by what I saw him do, as soon as he saw me, he stood at the corner of the narrow sidewalk we have here, and turned his eyes towards the ground, leaving me enough room to walk as he stayed there until I walked passed him. This filled me with an unusual feeling of guilt and sadness.

I’m not saying that we should turn our guard downs, especially, we as women don’t have that privilege. But we as humans could choose not to judge someone just because they have different ways of dealing with things because we have absolutely no idea what goes on behind the scene.

Edit: He passed away due to COVID19, he didn’t even have a proper burial as his family wasn’t allowed to perform any rituals near him. Hope he rests in peace.

Rape has always been normal.

I just watched a girl get raped, murdered and her body thrown into the river. I cried as if it was someone close to me, while it was a movie. And the fact that worse than this happens every fucking day in my country sickens me to the core.

This is something every girl HAVE to deal with!! no matter what! We were born as objects, always neglected, as a burden to the family and society, our only purpose is to give pleasure through the hole and reproduce through the same, so that another man can come to existence and make us feel worthless, or worse we could give birth to another story suffering, both male, female and others.

Now I’m not talking about the different worlds like America and Europe, I wish I knew how it felt to live in those countries as a girl tho. No matter what you FUCKING say or scream about feminism out THERE!! you’d literally choke to death just by seeing the actual condition of a girl in my country.

I was born and raised in India. The home to diversity not just in people but also in gods and you know what? my country actually have so many gods that also include women, people in our country worship goddesses like laxmi (money), saraswati (music, knowledge, art), durga (power), kali (justice) there are so many of them but I won’t talk about those I don’t know much about and also it’s a vast sea.

My point is, a country that talks about respecting women because they believe that women are the form of these godeses, is the country where women are exploited like a FUCKING OBJECT. And don’t fucking tell me it’s not that bad just because you haven’t seen, felt, empathised or lived this hell!!

I know it’s bad out there too, but atleast they don’t tell you that you’re the god and then fuck your entire world. I was not going to write this, trust me, I hate dwelling in this shit because I know I could get really harsh and negative. Besides, only few people read, very few of them care and none of them have enough courage to initiate or even support the change, if the change is even possible at this point.

I have been on the edge since this morning because my aunt gave birth to her second daughter today, and everyone is so disappointed. I didn’t want to dig deep in my feelings while my heart just kept telling me to write but it makes me so angry, helpless and irritated that I can’t stop crying. And I hate crying about things like this, things that I hate so bad and can’t change or even raise my voice about.

I asked my father why are they so sad, why isn’t there a celebration or why are they refusing to talk to people, did they want a boy?

He said something I should always remember but my stupid brain keeps forgetting about:

“Everyone wants a boy, who would want a girl? we have to send them away, and if we don’t, the society asks questions and talks bad about the entire family, dowry and all the expense, nobody wants that”

This are the same people who take 9 days’ fast to impress a goddess (durga) and ask her to grant their wishes. At the end of that fast they look around for 9 girls to feed in place of the devi herself, under the age of 13 or before they get their periods because well, after that the girl is considered impure as if devi durga, laxmi or any of them they worship for their mean desires never had their puberty.

I did well, controlling myself and forced myself to NOT THINK about this, to stop this temptation of writing because then, I’d have to open the window that keeps all the feelings of helplessness, negativity, frustration, suffocation, worthlessness and suffering out.

But then I walk into the living room my sister is watching this South Indian film where a girl is taken from the girl hostel by telling her that her blood group is needed and she is sold out to people, the next day people find her dead body. And the worse part is not even that, the worse is that they all look up to the male lead to do them justice, it just makes you feel so weak that in this world of so called feminism and EQUALITY, a girl can’t do justice to herself and to people who unfortunately share the same gender.

And even worse thing is, in real life, in real India, it’s worse than the film!! a girl gets gang raped on a bus while people who rape her push glass rods inside her vagina, beat up her boyfriend, and throw her naked on the street half dead. She somehow gets hospitalized but dies at the hospital, the entire NATION is shocked, and angry, ironically she’s called “Nirbhaya” ( I have a lot to say about that too but I’ll just post the poem I wrote next time) and everyone asks for justice but one of the guy who raped her was underage at the time and a clever lawyer gets her case so it takes 7 years of pampering those criminals and encouraging other gutter minds out there to get justice, it was not even justice, because justice delayed is justice denied.

If it wasn’t for her mother who kept going back and forth from supreme court to high court 24/7. The girl would have been forgotten like SO MANY OF THEM!!

Trust me every single cell in my body is filled with disgust while writing this and my eyes are pooling tears not just because I empathise a little too much, but because I know for the fact that this could happen to me or my sister and my parents will not have enough courage to fight for that long (if at all), I know after that, not a single girl in my family, in generations, will be allowed to stand her ground and be independent. Because I’d be the example of “how girls should not have their own choices or voice because it gets them raped, killed along with their parents, who are alive but actually dead inside.” I’m very well aware of the fact that nothing is being done and denying justice is just spreading this gutter in such small minds and that affects OUR LIFE!!!

A doctor in Hyderabad gets raped and burnt, a 4 year old, 6 year old, 6 months old girl gets raped and killed! A mentally challenged girl gets raped by her own brother and his friends because he believed she was a burden. This shit keeps going on and the media is the worst because they would show nonsense, shitty, baseless, racist debates that never gets to a conclusion and only has the agenda to offend people, fill their minds with hate for other races, cast and political parties instead of actually doing what they’re there for.

Media is supposed to be the reflection of society but it’s 21st century, you’ll see the drama in the media and actual social issues in Anurag Kashyap’s and other great director’s movies which again gets censored because they don’t want to show the truth, they just want to manipulate the world and brain wash the country so that they could follow whatever their leader tells them to do like a cute little pet.

Rape has always been normal, it’s just that now we have realised that women can have a choice and this thought “of women being equal to men” just fucked everything up.

Now we get angry over women being treated as an object while it has always been happening.

When a 9 year old got forced to marry a 25 year old (or a 15 year old to 25 year old for that matter) and gave birth to a child the next year, what the fuck do you think happened?

We are just a hole to this world, they can stick their things inside us for fun, get babies from the same and just do whatever tf they want to do with us. Our bodies are public attractions as if only made for their fun, nothing else.

Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m fighting for, does this world even deserve to be saved? I really don’t think so, I hope apocalypse hits earlier, because I don’t want to be alive to see this fucked up world get anymore worse.

I usually get settled down towards the end of writing things down because it’s like getting all the trash out and somehow start sounding quite positive, but I could only feel more hopeless and numb on this subject. It’s a fact, it just sucks!

I know there is so much more that we are aware of, happening in this world every day but it’s more depressing to think that rapes are definitely still happening, voices are being silenced and we are deaf to of those voices that somehow find a way to reach us, because there is a louder noise around us.

I don’t really have a hope that it gets better anymore, but I hope that we find a way to deal with it and be strong enough to defend ourselves, not just to learn self defence but to be able to fight. Because this wolrd doesn’t seem to get any better.

IT’S NOT JUST BOLLYWOOD, IT’S ALL OF US! WE KILLED SUSHANT!

IT’S NOT JUST BOLLYWOOD,

EVERYONE OF YOU WHO BELIEVES IN SUCH ARTICLES WITHOUT CONSIDERING BOTH THE SIDES,

EVERYONE OF YOU SO CALLED MEMERS WHO BULLY AND TARGET PEOPLE BASED ON WHAT OTHERS SAY ABOUT THEM OR WHAT THEY ONCE SAID.

EVERYONE ONE OF YOU WHO THINK THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO OPEN THEIR MOUTH TO DESTROY SOMEONE’S PEACE WHEN YOU’RE NOT REALLY A VICTIM.

EVERYONE OF YOU IS RESPONSIBLE DON’T TRY TO BE A SAINT NOW!!!

EVERYONE OF YOU GETS BRAINWASHED AND SAYS SHIT ON SOCIAL MEDIA ABOUT PEOPLE ON SPOTLIGHT.

SO DON’T BULLSHIT AROUND PRETENDING TO CARE ABOUT SOMEONE WHO’S GONE, WHO I’M SURE AF YOU DIDN’T CARE EXISTED BEFORE.

EVERYONE ONE OF US TALKED SHIT ABOUT ANANYA PANDEY NOT DESERVING THAT AWARD, BUT NO ONE HAD ENOUGH SENSE TO TALK ABOUT SUSHANT BEING NOMINATED BUT NOT GETTING THE AWARD!!!

WE ALL SEE AND TALK ABOUT WHAT’S WRONG IN THE WORLD OR BOLLYWOOD BUT WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT SHOULD BE RIGHT OR TO CONSOLE PEOPLE WHO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT,

HOW MANY OF YOU TOLD HIM THAT HE DESERVED THOSE AWARDS?? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN A SO-CALLED AWARD!!

YOU ALL BACKLASHED AT ANANYA FOR FUCKING SURE, BUT NO ONE, NO ONE OF YOU CONSOLED OR ENCOURAGED PEOPLE WHO DESERVED THOSE AWARDS!!

GET SOME FUCKING SENSE AND BE KIND TO THE ONES WHO ARE STILL BREATHING!!! YOU MIGHT NOT NEED TO THINK ABOUT FINDING “KIND” WORDS ONLINE AFTERWARDS.

FUCKING HYPOCRITES!!!

NOT JUST THE BOLLYWOOD!!! YOU ARE THE ONES WHO RUN BEHIND FAMOUS CELEBRITIES INSTEAD OF TALENT!

YOU ARE THE ONES BUYING TICKET OF A SHITTY STORY WITH A FAMOUS FACE BUT IGNORING A NEW COMMER WITH A BETTER STORY AND ACTING!!!

IF IT WASN’T FOR MS DHONI’S BIOGRAPHY, HOW MANY OF YOU HYPOCRITES HAVE WATCHED THE FILM???

NEPOTISM WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THERE IF WE DIDN’T ENCOURAGE IT!!

I KNOW IT’S NOT GOING TO CHANGE ANYTHING, YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST TOO DEEP DOWN IN THIS SHIT.

NOW YOU’LL BULLY OTHER ACTORS ON SOCIAL MEDIA DESPITE THEIR PARTS IN THIS ISSUE, INSTEAD OF UNDERSTANDING THE REAL ISSUE HERE!!!

YOU JUST NEED TO BE KIND, SENSIBLE AND NOT BELIEVE EVERY BULLSHIT THEY POST OUT THERE AND CALL IT JOURNALISM,

YOU JUST NEED TO SHARE MORE POSITIVE STUFF THAN YOU SHARE SPICY NEGATIVITY ABOUT PEOPLE!!

BUT HERE YOU ARE,

HERE ALL YOU FUCKING ARE!!

SPREADING THE NEGATIVITY BULLYING CELEBS ONLINE HERE YOU ARE!!!

WHO TF CARES BEFORE SOMEONE GETS KILLED RIGHT?

GO ON, WRITE SOME SHITTY COMMENTS ON SOMEONES INSTAGRAM, LIKE THAT’S GONNA CHANGE ANYTHING WHILE ONLY WORSENING THE SITUATION!!

To all the men out there.

We as women,

don’t want you to respect the US!
You don’t have to leave your seat for us or let us walk first in the line, leave that for elder citizens.

We don’t need that in this era of EQUALITY.

All we want, is for you to RESPECT OUR PERSONAL SPACE!!

We want to be in a public space, without being groped from behind, without this constant fear of someone “accidentally” exploiting our private space.

We just want some personal space to walk without being called out or without hearing remarks about our body!

We don’t want to hear from you about the shape of our body parts or how you want to DO us!

We don’t blame you that you couldn’t empathise, that you’ll never know how disgusting it feels, no one should go through that, not even you.

We just want some SPACE to exist freely, to WALK, to SIT, to STAND and to JUST BE!! wherever we are, without the constant thought of being objectified and being treated as a public property or a possesion of some sort.

COULD YOU JUST LET US BE??

WE don’t want anything else,
could you jUst look at us as any other human being and let us live as ONE?

THAT’D BE ENOUGH!

And if there’s a thought building in your head says, “not all men” I know, we all KNOW, there’re some amazing men who make this world a safe place for us and everyone, the soul reason for us to not hate the entire gender because we KNOW, we appreciate it, and we do talk about you, we respect you and feel grateful for your existence. But you needed to read this, because it’s great that you want to “respect women”, we just want you to know that women today, need space, respect is subjective, it should not be based on gender.

We don’t want you to say to the guys around you to “respect women” because we know the answer.

We would appreciate it if you just tell them to “let us be, let us live, don’t respect us, but OUR SPACE, to just LEAVE US ALONE. That’d be enough.”

Thanks.

—just another human, with slightly different body!

Memories

Isn’t it strange that some days back in those golden years, you loved someone like a stupid teenager. You thought it was everything you would ever want and it sometimes felt like you couldn’t live without that person.

And now after so many years,
you don’t give a rat’s ass about that person, you don’t care if they are around you or not. But you’re glad that they exist and are happy.

And when you hear that they’re getting married you get hit by the time traveling wave and you’re back to those days, where everything seemed so easy and straight, yet it feels so numb.

At the end of that time traveling,
You feel great for where you are and no matter how uneasy it feels to see something with so much of life in it change into a numb lifeless past,
you feel grateful for each and every moment you had with the most amazing people you’ve met in your life.

And you realise,
all of it was just meant to be an experience, that helped you grow in so many ways.

So you promise yourself to not take it too seriously next time, even if you know, you surely will.

My life: A draft

I was hopelessly lazy to even open the bookmark of my life

and they seized the pen in my numb hands to let me write, whatever the way I like

Now I stumble across the words, sleep inbetween the editing, eat while re reading and arranging the drafts

Even when I walk, it’s in between the pages bookmarked

Yet still I have no idea what’s going on inside my life

Plots are hazy, the characters are not determined and even the main character is sleeplessly blind

Life has become nothing but simultaneously edited, written and re written

yet an incomplete and senseless draft

First impression?

Can you define someone with a look?

There are people , unbelievably nice people, living like shit, not giving a fuck about themselves, their lives but always there to help you out, to answer your questions, aways trying to make you feel better even when they themselves are destroyed.

These people bring you sun even when they’re burning in the dark.

And there are those, who worship enormous amount of gods. Who are always giving you lectures about what god says, what’s wrong and what’s right always pretending to be your best adviser. But when you really need them they are so blind folded by their own ethics that whatever you do is wrong for them, they might not even listen to you.

They’ll even leave you dying for the sake of their ethics.

Have you ever seen a person smoking, and you rolled your eyes at them assuming they are a bad person, well I used to do it. Until the saints in my life turned to be the worst mistakes whilst the spoiled ones were there to help me out.

Life is always teaching you a lesson. There’s always a deeper meaning to something so short. There will always be a different side of a person or a thing and when you start to see that hidden part of someone before or while judging them. You’ll feel guilty for being so self centred.

I felt guilty for always self assuming stuff, because the saints in my life always taught me to stay away from the ‘scums’.

Try to understand before judging someone, or just don’t judge!