I'm still here because I want to hug my girlfriend one more time.
Because in 2 weeks, I'll see my grandmother after a year.
Because I will see a Van Gogh exhibit in December that I have waited the year for.
Because I want to watch the next season of Atypical.
Because I want to eat vada pav from a v specific stall.
Because I want to pet my best friend's dog.
Because they might miraculously make another How To Train Your Dragon film?
What's keeping you alive?
TW: Self harm
Yesterday was horrible. I lied to everyone that I didn't go into work because of period cramps.
Truth is, I didn't go in because I was too depressed to function. I slept the day away. I felt inadequate and frustrated. I acted on my pain and cut myself. But I reached out for support.
22-year-old Ranjithkumar stands forlorn outside a government mortuary in Royapettah, Chennai. Dressed in a black T-shirt, he runs his fingernails darkened by grime across his face, a vacant expression in his eyes. His hair is matted with muck, specks of which cover his clothing. But when a friend hands over a wet cloth to help him wipe off the dirt, he waves it off, choosing to keep the reminder of a traumatic night - one which he survived, but his brother Arunkumar did not.
If I were to give you the pop culture equivalent of my personality, I'd say I'm the messy hybrid of Elena from ODAAT and Celine from the Before Trilogy.
Coke Studio is self care. Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Gulzar, Kaavish, Ali Sethi and Hariharan are sacred.
If I can learn about history, art, culture and sustainability from you, let's engage with each other? ✨