The Dairy of a Young Girl
A young girl’s courage in confinement reminds us — learning and hope can survive even in darkness.
A young girl’s courage in confinement reminds us — learning and hope can survive even in darkness.
A book that found me when I wasn’t looking — and freed something deep inside I didn’t know needed release.
A quiet cry in a loud world —
searching for meaning in the madness.
I shaped myself into someone easy to love,
until I finally learned to love the woman I no longer shrink to be.
In the quiet I once feared, I finally found myself. Alone, yet never lonely, I learned to come home to me
In this quiet space, my tears finally learn to rest. Here, even what hurts feels safe enough to be free.
A quiet poem about the voice within us—the voice that dreams, believes, and longs to create.
I sat by the Ganga watching little flames drift into the darkness, carrying something of me with them. Somewhere between the aarti, the river and my tears, I understood that letting go was not losing. Perhaps, it was surrender.