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Dear Hrids,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; I know you will probably never betray me now. I have checked and verified multiple hiding spots. You are finally in a safe place. So please be my safe space now. I am not good at expressing myself with words easily. My escape room from reality is my books. The stories give me a sense of belonging. It's easier to imagine and feel than to survive and feel. The stories let me be there for the character instead of being the character. If the story is about an adventurous quest in a fantasy land, I get to sit and experience the sword fights and the spells flying past them and the monsters, giants, gods, demigods, witches and wizards, the magical lands, the mythical palaces, the dark dungeons, the three worlds- Hell, Earth and Heavens, EVERYTHING. And yet I am quite far away from them all ,just enough to not hurt myself. I can feel the pain of the dragger when a dear friend of the hero kills him. I can feel the fear of death looming over me when the hero is just about to fall into the depths of tarturus while fighting a dragon, standing at the edge of the Living's. If the story is about two lovers, I feel the Woman's pain as she waits at her window longing for her dearest to return and walk her out of her misery. I feel the passion in the Man's heart to rush back to his love as he fights the world to reach her hand. I feel the awkwardness of their first eye contact, the freshness of the first encounter, the fear of losing each other to the world if they dont fight harder, their willingness to stand side by side as the demon feels their ears with the past of the other seperately to destroy their bond and the peace of the final reunion of their souls, their "Happily ever after". Yet I am alive and free. I am not held responsible if the hero loses his battle with the dragon because I did something wrong. I am not told that I am not good enough. I do not have to fight for my dreams and then give up on them when I am just about to win&nbsp; because the Hero wants me to run on the path he choose for me, because the cardman next door told him it was the road the stars choose for me. I am tried now. all I want is to lay down and know what Percy was talking about when he warned me to not read further, because if I do "they" will come for me.&nbsp; Love,&nbsp;

Dear Dairy Series:- Episode 3

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dear Diary, &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hey, So I guess we started off on very bad grounds. Apparently that's not how one should write a diary. So let's start over.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hi, I am Samika Hrishi Dandakaranya. I am a 16 year old elder daughter / first for every one in the family. I like to read (a hell lot), dance. (I am Visharadh level Bharatantyam dancer), and occasionally swim. I also am an out of practice almost black belt in shotokan karate (Didn't pass give the last exam).

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have a younger sister who is my ride or die, built in best friend. I am also what you can consider a straight A's student in school, in the top 10 of my class but never first. I am also interested in theatre. In fact my class won best actor, best actress, best play, best writer, best narrator (me), best director awards 3 Consecutive years in the interschool Sci-Fi skit competition. So you can say that I am what they call "Jack of all trades , but master of none."&nbsp; But hey we all know that there's more to that quote.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Anyways, so what else............. Yeah, friends. I have some acquaintances in school and my apartment building.&nbsp;

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Is this all that one "confides" about while journaling?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Is it normal to feel like someone is watching you even in your safe space?

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I don't know what I am saying right now neither what I mean but dear dairy is it ok if I tell you something? You won't betray me like you did the last time right??? Please don't.&nbsp; Now i might sound like a desperate freak here but I mean it. Please don't.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Also writing Dear Diary every damn time is tough. I think we need to give you a name. How about Hridaya? Hrids for short. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; So back to the betraying me part, you can't. Because you are no longer are in desk drawer. See you soon...

Dear Dairy Series:- Episode 2

&nbsp;Welcome to the life of a 16 year old who is trying her best to survive. You were a gift to me by my mother today. She said I could confide into you. But Do you know the irony? Three years ago she told me the same thing. She promised me I could confide in her if life ever became too hard. But it turned out to be exactly the opposite of what I assumed it to be. Turns out confiding into your parents is not easy because one can only see them as "PARENTS"- The epitome of morality and purity. But friends, those are the ones who are supposed to be your partners while you become the sinful and break the rules of social ethics while discovering your true self-morals and becoming the pure through the path of impurity. But it's simply not possible to look at your parents as your friends because doing so would mean that you consider them to be your equals.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; But what happens if one finds no friends too to break one's curse of purity? You lose your trust in yourself. This is what happens. And it's happening to me right now. Every waking hour is filled with a daily routine to study, swim, dance, and cook and clean occasionally.&nbsp; I am doing every thing just right but still not right enough is what I feel. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dear Diary, what do i do to make it right enough??

Penzo

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