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That Girl.

She’s by the shores.
She’s watching the tides,
As they slam and retreat,
“My troubles that ride
Are finally taking a back seat.
They’re finally leaving my side.”

Childhood memories, turn to ash
Life relived, she remembers, “I’m free at last!”

No more broken glass,
There’s no more yelling.
I’m in this new world
What’s next, there’s no telling.

This place is unfamiliar,
Scary, but safe.
Even the sky here is clearer!
My soul is already forgetting the chafe.

There she comes, now she’s nearer.
Even though she’s scared,
She’s the new me,
And here, she’s set free.

When a home isn’t home, any other place will do.
In this school, I was alone, with the other 1,062.

I had heard the stories:
“Hostels are for the damned.
They’ll torture you till glory.”
But I was cursed, and these were the cards at hand.

Eventually, it got easier.
I stopped the internal war.
Eventually, I let my guard down,
And became happy to my core.

In this sense, life is funny.
That girl became wiser.
She now knows she wasn’t cursed
She now knows she was being nursed

I was in a crash course
And I didn’t even know it.
The Universe was teaching me
About love, and how to show it.

It’s true, it’s been a challenge
But sometimes you have to suffer.
You have to endure more than you can.
But today that kid is tougher.

❤️❤️❤️

Photo by Jonatán Becerra on Unsplash

The Great Thing About Copper

Last year, my mom discovered the benefits of wearing copper. Already a creative jewelry producer for her business Soham Handicrafts, she became obsessed with this red-brown metal and began making copper bracelets and rings almost exclusively.

My curiosity peaked as well, so I decided to Google for myself what all the fuss was about. Of course, my mom was right (aren’t they always?).  Continue reading “The Great Thing About Copper”

What do you do for yourself?

I visited my aunt yesterday and spent the entire day with her and my cousins. She served me some snacks in the evening while I was working on my Mac. I think I was on Twitter, checking my feed when she asked me: “Sonia, what do you do for yourself?” Continue reading “What do you do for yourself?”