The last pages of her notebooks were always clumsy.
The more she scribbled; the more ink marks appeared on her cheeks.
Her hands were always soaked in blue ink much to the dismay of her friends.
They complained of her being untidy and she held her heart down in shame.
Neither they nor she knew that those ink marks are going to earn her living after a few years!
- Saatvik Karnwal I am done Feeling so helpless, I think I need a saviour But with calm tides, I’d never be skilled like a sailor Try my best to make it out but I’ve lived a failure world’s not a wish
“SHE IS PRETTY FOR A DARK-SKINNED GIRL”, AS IF PRETTY AND DARK WERE OPPOSING WORDS, MY RELATION WITH MY COMPLEXION HAS BEEN A COMPLEX ONE, MY SKIN DUSKY, AS IF SCRUBBING COULD WASH AWAY MY HISTORY. I
It’s a beautiful day The light breeze, I can feel it on my skin The birds chirping People smiling What a beautiful sight As I take my seat in class I, for some reason, feel good about today Hold on. W