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Kintsugi, it literally means “to join with gold”. It is a Japanese art dated back to Muromachi period wherein the broken crockery is not thrown away rather each crack is filled with golden sand. This makes them charming!

In this era, where we tend to put on brave faces hiding our imperfection and flaws, we must learn that each of our crack is beautiful. We are constantly striving for perfection, we forget to notice how imperfectly perfect we are.

The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are stronger at broken places

-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Each break transforms us, makes us better human beings. Every experience in our life is either a memory or a lesson. Through each break, we learn,so, lets be grateful for each break which made us learn and imperfection which makes us unique in our own ways.

To Kintsugi,

Though centuries old, you still help us understand one of the most important lesson.

THANK YOU

Thank you for reminding us there’s beauty in our imperfections. Thank you for giving us hope when we’re broken.

With Love,

A.

To the one feeling like giving up,

Hey. If you have been feeling like giving up, please hold on. Remember why you started, why you are here. You’ve come a long way but there is still a long path for you to cover. I understand things are hard right now, you feel exhausted but trust me there are moments worth holding on for.

We live in moments,moments of realizations of how far we have come ; in that moment you will be grateful for not giving up right now. Think of everything you could do if you don’t give up now.

In three words I can sum up everything I have learnt about life: It goes on.

-Robert Frost

You are strong. You have got through every challenge till now and you will go through this too. I believe in you but only you can bring out the best in you, so, believe in yourself ; you deserve it.

Sending you tons of love and positive energy,

With Love,

A.

To the ones who stayed,

With every storm thrown at me by the life, you were the one who stayed. Thank you. Thank you for listening to my ramblings, letting me cry on your shoulders, soothing my anxious soul. I will always be grateful for the “us” we are and the “us’ we will be.  Thank you for always understanding my flaws not to judge me but know me. You will always be the first person I would run to , to tell any good news. Thank you for gifting me with your presence. While people grew apart, you were the one I’m growing up with.Maybe the next we know is that we are adults. Maybe we will be miles away from each other, leave the country but you will the one who would never leave my heart.

And I promise. I promise to stay; to stay by your side like you did. I promise I’ll go to the battle when you’re exhausted. I promise I’ll the shoulder you could cry on when you want to. I’ll listen your stories. I promise you many more memories.

Each day I’m thankful for nights that turned into mornings, friends that turned into family, dreams that turned into reality and like that turned into love.

Drake

With Love,

A.

now

this sunset doesn’t remind me of you anymore,

the clock’s ticking,

now doesn’t prick a needle in my chest,

reminding me of you,

now the calmness of the air doesn’t remind me of your safe arms,

this beautiful evening doesn’t make me go back to the evenings you made beautiful.

things haven’t been the same till now,

maybe better,

maybe worse,

it’s funny,

the art of unloving.

-A.

Dear Journals,

Thank you.

Thank you for being there everytime. Thank you for listening to my rambling even when it’s 3 in the morning. You have the scraps of poetry I’m too afraid to speak out. You have my tears; tears of joy, anger, sorrow. You have the imperfect art I made to get out of my thoughts’ spirals. Thank you for keeping them safe.

Sorry for the times I tore your pages to remove memories of certain people.

One day, I won’t remember these pages and poems I wrote, pictures and flowers I stuck; that day, I will come back to you to make you remind me each of this time. The time I’ll cry happy tears because you kept the most precious of time safe.

I know that girl would go on, that she would grow up, have children and love them, that despite loving them she would get too sick to care for them, be hospitalized, get better, and then get sick again. I know a shrink would say, write it down, how you got here.

-Turtles All The Way Down, John Green

Until then,

I love you,

A.