Anushree Vaishnav
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Uncaged
This is for those who want to move on but still carry the weight of hard feelings inside them. These feelings toward you have stayed with me for too long. Sometimes, it feels like a heavy stone pressed on my chest. And now I understand — as long as I hold on to any kind… Continue reading
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Till My Last Breath
It feels like you’re trapped in a dark room with no way out. You keep knocking on the same door, even though it may never open. You don’t look around, where another way might exist. Hopeless. Helpless. Restless. You’re broken, and you have your reasons. The meaning of life slips away. Sleepless nights, hopeless days,… Continue reading
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I Say I’m Fine
I’m crying… crying hard. I’ve broken everything in my room. I shout, I scream, and I don’t even know why. In anger, I slam my hand against the wall. For a second, the pain in my hand feels stronger than the pain in my heart. And then… I just get tired. “So, Kanak, how are… Continue reading
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What Ends When We Die
Everyone dies one day. It’s the one universal truth. I’m not afraid of death itself. What scares me the most is what ends with it. My family. My friends. The dreams I shared with them. Everything disappears with my last breath, and I will never see them again. Sometimes I wonder why people seek death.… Continue reading
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Back to Writing
It feels like I’m writing after years, and in a way, I am. The last time I updated my blog was in January, and since then, life just… happened. Exams kept me busy for four months. And when they finally ended, something else began, something I wasn’t ready for. My bade papa, my father’s elder… Continue reading
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The Sea Inside Me
I want to breathe, but I can’t. It feels like I’m underwater, deep under the sea. I try to go up, but something pushes me down. Everything blurs, and I stop trying to save myself. My mind goes numb. I want to take breaths… maybe the last ones. It feels like everything is ending. I… Continue reading
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This Is The Last Time
Once again, I felt your hand on my body. Once again, I felt death. I want to cry. I want to shout. And this time, I worked hard to do it. But your hand stopped me. Held me down. Silenced me. I feel helpless. I feel worse. I still remember, very clearly — when you… Continue reading