Not Your Hero – Poetry

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50 Things I Learnt by the Age of 20 and You Should Too

Things I learnt by the Age of 20 and You Should too!

In our busy lives, we can often forget or fail to recognise the lessons we’ve learnt. To not do that I’ve decided to create a list of my learnings every year. So you and I can both share and learn together.

I do this so that I don’t forget them and hopefully help you ponder over some lessons that I’ve learnt.

These are the lessons that I don’t want to forget I’ve learnt.

These are the lessons that I don’t want to forget I’ve learnt.

I turned 21 this year (Yes! I have no clue how either.) However, 20 was an age where I honestly didn’t have time to breathe or grasp onto reality. I was always pushing for more, I was always climbing higher or failing miserably. So I didn’t have to face the demons that were following me.

I neatly packed them in my bag and kept carrying them around. The bag is getting heavy though and the road ahead is steep. It’s time to face the things I’ve hidden from.

This running taught me a lot, though. I hope you read through this list and ponder over them. I hope you don’t make the same mistakes I did, if you do I hope you find some comfort in the fact that you aren’t alone.

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A Bollywood Movie Review – October by Shoojit Sircar

On a Friday at 8 am I was extremely busy catching up on eight hours of sleep in mere five hours. Another wasted night of staring at my screen. My phone sprung to life as I saw my childhood friend’s name appear on the screen. I made the mistake of picking it up. “Get up we are going for a movie ” and I had no choice. In exactly ten minutes she was at my place ready to muscle me for a movie. Maybe I need to find a different group of friends. “Why are we doing this? I have a presentation at 1” I groaned. “We’ll be done by 12, hurry up!”

So I quickly changed my clothes, brushed, ate my breakfast and ran outside to find an auto. Now, I must say, normally I am not such an energetic improv girl. Neither is my friend. However, it had been days since I had spent time with her and I had bailed on too many plans before so I rushed along with this. “Which movie are we going for?”

“October”
“Which one?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and said
“It’s a Varun Dhawan film”
“You’re taking me to watch an action film in the morning?”
“No, check out the trailer it looks different”

So I did. It surely looked different. It looked rather….not Bollywoody. The storyline seemed interesting, of a girl that wakes up from an accident having forgotten everything and takes the name of just one boy. The boy is confused as to why she’s asking for him. It also looked like Varun Dhawan was trying something different so I relaxed. Alright, this can be interesting. However, I later realised the trailer wasn’t what the movie was about.

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The Reasons I Don’t believe in fairytales. (A relatable poem)

This is a short poem written from the point of view of a girl that is finally growing up and how understanding the cliche’s of the world aren’t actual realities. How loving yourself is alot more important than finding someone to love you.

I hope you enjoy it!

sakshi 1 FINAL NEW WIDE

 

As a kid
I believed in fairytales
Where a prince would rescue me
And I would heal him
But reality struck hard
And no one came to save me
I got sick of playing the victim 
And got myself out of the tall palace
As a kid
I believed in fairytales
Where a prince would injure himself
And I would heal him
But reality struck hard
And I realised the prince isn’t the only one with scars,
That I cannot heal anything 
And He didnt want to always be healed
Much less he could never get rid of the scars
No matter what he took from me

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A guilty boy. A bell and a mother- Refreshing Short Story

 

A short story about a teenage boy finds comfort by admitting to a crime to a mother. However, things aren’t how they seem.

 

The Crimson sky was over his head as he walked towards the door. A seventeen year old with difficult decisions in tow. ‘Is it really worth it?” he wondered. Maybe not, but he needed to finish this game once and for all. 

The brown wooden door seemed more daunting than ever. He noticed the stains on the golden door knob. He would know, he had been staring straight at it for days now.  There were so many times he had tried to do this but couldn’t. So many times that his fears overcame his intentions.

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