Pihu Yadav

Lately everything has come down to this, for me at least, looking at random strangers, envying them, feeling bad about my own life and ending up depressed.

There’s been betrayal, disappointment and ignorance – that is how I would like to define my 2016 at college. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, I just don’t know what else a person is supposed to do to get an ounce of happiness.

Apologizing for being real, should be the last thing a woman should ever do in her life

In another time, he could’ve been my perfection or my forever. If only I wasn’t so tangled, if only everything was as simple as it seems, if only we’d met in any other way on any other day, maybe we would’ve had our share of time and space.

I don’t want her to be beautiful, I want her to be bold; to be strong enough to be who she is and not be like someone else.

If only this was a story written in words and not real life; if only I could state how my eyes locked back the tears every time they blinked looking at you; if only I could put down the warmth of my hands every time they were wrapped around yours.

The silliest decision was to handle it on my own, to not talk about it and to avoid taking meds. Being in your own hell is bad enough, I can’t imagine being called a whack job for no reason.

You’ll be the prettiest when you love yourself and embrace yourself. You’ll glow when you accept yourself and only then will you find peace.

For me, she is the sister I never had, the one I can share my darkest secrets with, open my book of miseries with, exchange clothes with, and give her everything that she’s ever wanted.

What still doesn’t make sense is that people don’t want daughters and they don’t approve of their son marrying another man, either.

The world is a strange place – it gives you everything you need and then it snatches it all away however it likes.

I can be really dumb sometimes, but it hurts when you point it out.