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Pearl tum kahaaaaa hu 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺
          Chuziii aap ko bht yaaad kwrti hai!!
          Aap toh Chuzi ki mumma ho naw
          Aap apni bwchii ko ese chor kwr noiii jaaa sktiiiiiii😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
          
          
          Pearl my love!!

Three months ago, someone told me that "always" isn't always infinite.
          
          Just because I said I would always have a community beside me.
          
          Maybe they were right, or maybe they weren't. Then I made a bold claim that I just need one person to write for.
          
          And I believe I will always have that one person, everywhere.
          
          Then I launched my poetry e-book.
          
          I have always had people appreciating my words — maybe some did it because they adore my words, or some simply adore me so much that they were biased toward my words.
          
          But touchwood — because it's rare to have that one person who claps so hard you never even notice who isn't clapping for you.
          
          In my case, it's always been more than one person.
          
          Those people believed in me so much that they instantly bought my book. I mean, who does that for a stranger?
          
          But then again, we're not really strangers — not when we're bound by the strings of words. I won't take names — you know who you are.
          
          All I want to say is thank you. Thank you so much for believing in my words. Trust is the most expensive and fragile thing in this world. Even my thanks will fall cheap against the trust you have shown in me.
          
          Joe, I saw your comment that day when you told me and Ajay what we should do with our hands: never ever stop writing.
          
          I assure you I will write until my last breath.
          
          Signing out for the last time,
          
          Yours truly,
          Pearl.

I thought I could touch the sky if I were in that building.
          
          That was what a six-year-old Pearl thought. I always wanted to fly like a bird, until someone told me, casually, that everyone wants to be a bird.
          
          Of course we do — we want to be free, instead of caged by society's expectations and rules, and sometimes by our own.
          
          But I rarely talk about my wish to touch the sky. Whenever I went to the terrace or looked out of my window, I used to think that wherever my eyes could reach, that was where the sky ended — and if I could get there, I could touch it.
          
          Six-year-old Pearl was naive. So naive.
          
          Because you see, the sky is limitless. One day, when you're flying on a man-made bird — a plane — you'll still see the sky beyond your reach.
          
          I can never touch the sky, let alone cross it to leave this world.
          
          But did my heart stop wishing for it?
          
          Nah.
          
          I've grown up. I know the sky is blue and vast, and still I want to touch it — just to know how it feels to touch something that's out of reach for everyone.
          
          Because I cannot fly, as she made me realize. I will never grow wings — or, more precisely, people will never let those wings grow. But I can dream.
          
          I wish to fly one day.
          I wish to touch that sky one day.
          
          —
          
          Annoyingly so this woman wants you to buy her poetry book now. Do fall with her before she touches the sky.

These are some very good points that I have never considered before, and they make a lot of sense.  Of course there are always exceptions.  Thinking about it though, I believe women do consider things more carefully.  Sometimes that is a good thing and sometimes it is not.  When time is not a factor, I always see my wife's opinion.

Someone once close to me said, "Women would never be good leaders or can't lead."
          
          I was ready to fight with my sword, of course, until I held myself back to hear his reasoning.
          
          He simply put it: "You see, a woman will think a thousand times before doing or choosing anything, whereas guys aren't like this. They just do it. Should women be blamed for this? No. Because since childhood, they grew up in an environment where they were questioned every time. On the other hand, guys get to do everything without caring about the consequences."
          
          Of course, I don't agree with him. If a woman can fly an aeroplane, if a woman can go to space — the same woman who can nurture a child in her womb for nine months — I believe she can do anything when she puts her mind on something.
          
          But I couldn't get past his reasoning till this day. Because somewhere, he is right. We, as women, grow up in such a way that we think fifteen times even before ordering something online, let alone loving someone we have never met — exaggerating, maybe, but you get it.
          
          We are scared to make mistakes. Guys don't have that inbuilt fear of what-ifs.
          
          Can I wait in a warzone, thinking about what-ifs for a good ten minutes? No — I have to make a decision. So do I lack presence of mind? No. What I believe is that this same fear actually makes us underconfident. At least that's what it's been in my case.
          
          Do I lack potential? Don't I have the skill? What's stopping me? What am I fearing most — failure? I have to start first to even fail.
          
          Women are brought up in a way that fear is always within them — the fear that someone's watching their every action to pinpoint their mistakes. But just because of the fear of having an accident on the road, we can't stay inside our houses forever, right? We have to get out someday. So thinking about consequences is okay, but that same overthinking shouldn't stop you from growing. I'm just a woman with a dream of her poetry. I will do it. I will love, care, dream, start.

turned your profile so aesthetic. which always it is.

So after almost two months, a new poem, 'the eyes' has been added in my latest poetry collection. Give a read if your few seconds permit. 
          
          Although I didn't give a warning in the poem because I didn't feel the need for it when my book was marked for mature stuff but I am giving a soft warning here. 
          
          Nothing explicit has been mentioned in the poem but someone once said that I can't be 'sizzling hot' but I would just say, 'Take that back honey, because you should definitely read this one.' You can guess what it's about. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1651134177-traveller%27s-heart-the-eyes
          
          I hope everything is okay with y'all! I may or may not still push you to buy my poetry e-book, if you're interested — let me know.

My life is like Christopher Nolan's movie where I don't understand anything.
          
          —
          
          To which, Nolan only said one thing, "That's right because you have to feel it."
          
          I don't know if it will be narcissistic or overconfident of me to think the same of my writing. I mean, I have been told that my writing is so deep that some people have a hard time understanding it.
          
          And of course, I would be a millionaire for the number of times people have thought that I'm spewing poetry even when I was just talking normally.
          
          That's the charm of having a poetic voice, maybe.
          
          You really don't have to understand my writing (I know, some people will argue that's the downside for any writer because gasp — aren't you writing for readers?) but rather my goal is to make you feel something and reflect on that.
          
          After all, poetry is everywhere.
          
          Look at your surroundings. I have always been a curious soul; I have always wanted to learn why people are the way they are. To think that as a poet, I don't enjoy talking to people is such a diabolical assumption when curiosity has been in my blood.
          
          Maybe that's been my superpower, to be an excellent listener where I make you feel seen, heard, and observed.
          
          The real poetry is in the art of noticing.
          
          And yesterday, I felt seen when someone instantly noticed that I was sad, and another person noticed the color of my eyes. I mean, let's just say for years, I had misconceptions about my own eyes' color.
          
          Or maybe I was just waiting for someone to point it out.
          
          Nothing romantic, but that's just the eyes of the poet speaking right now — there's indeed something in the art of noticing.