My will is stronger. Strong as my pulse and as true as the blood coursing through my veins.
Author: Vaishnavi Gudimella
Such things are just so beautiful and bring so much joy that it’s so hard to understand what real pain feels like until you experience it.
Looking at the reflection though, I know that I abandoned myself
Forgetting myself, I decided to let my doll outshine me
Making my doll lovelier than me…
So smile and fight, not with your hands, not with fire, not with weapons, but with your voice. Your empty hands, not with aggression, but with an order to bring peace.
Because the real cure for this disease of hate doesn’t have to start big, it just has to begin in yourself, in your own home with a simple smile.
My mom always told me that I was really stubborn in a good way. When I want to do something, I work hard for it…I don’t rest till I achieve it. At the same time, I never do something I don’t want to do, even if someone forces me. Maybe it’s because of that–my father always found this distinct quality of mine so difficult to understand. But that’s just how I am. I influence others, and I take risks; I don’t follow what others tell me to do just because they think it’s right. I’m just not like that, and I can never change that about myself.