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A Letter to You Dear
You,
There will be days where everything that first held you up, drowns you in. The whole world of yours will turn upside down. With every second ticking by, every moment will be felt in your veins all over again.
There will be days where heavy sadness and frustration will burden your soul and everything around you will seem so dreary. You will be unable to see the light, unable to see the dawn.
Moving around with the heavy burden of emotions will seem extremely gruelling. The hurricanes of bittersweet memories from the past will make it hard for you to find the east.
There will be days where seasons evolve, while emotions destroy. There will be dark blue days of its own, and it will seem as though you can’t make it through; days where solitude will also break you with its yearning.
Words & Strokes
Greeshma Gurupur Prabhu - 7A
Khvahish Deepak Sajwani - 7E
Chandhana Rajeevan - 11B
Jada Ismail Sange- 6J VISION 2019 / 138
Subiksha Harishankar - 6E
Dhadkann Manoj Thakkar - 7E
So NO! Quit thinking that life
will break you. These tough
moments will only mould
you into someone better
and stronger. For with every
dull night comes a beautiful
morning, with the hope of a better day. For there is light at the end of every pitch-black tunnel. Every obstacle put in your way has its own purpose. Don’t doubt your abilities on these days; don’t go harsh on yourself. Take it slow and pamper yourself on the journey to success.
On such days, believe in yourself, and treat yourself for making it to the next day.
Look back and reflect - how long you have come and how you have an even longer way to go. Reach out for help if you need, pen down all that you feel. Most of all, love yourself extra on these days, because YOU matter. You are special and you are beautiful!
Adventure
In the midst of winter Rampaging through the woods
I spotted a vault
Through which bright fluorescent
Green semi-liquid oozed out
As I moved the lid,
Blinding white light hit my face The gusty wind pushed me into it I fell on a pile of leaves
My legs caught in the trap of trees
The smell of smoke edged towards me
I felt ashes in my mouth
Then I looked up to see the brick red sky Wondering if I were an iron ore
Ready to be baked, in the hot oven Then I sensed some movement
But as I turned back
The world vanished
It looked paper white;
Then I realised something cold touching me
As I looked up, it's lead!
A pencil!!
I wait for the cartoonist to draw me A new adventure begins
Day after day.
Life stupefying
The creator forges its events Clueless, the creation
Like a puppet coerced
Through its strings.
Ayswarya Sudheer Nair - 12L
Lovingly, Me
Ruchi Janyani - 11I
H A P P Y
A N D
V I B R A N T L E A R N I N G
Words & Strokes