“A Letter for the Fragmented Mind”

- Sanskriti Mohan

This is for the person who cried to sleep last night.

To the one who finds solace in the rain. To the one who romanticizes the gloomy weather, listens to a new song and finds a reason to smile.

To the one who considers the 2 am McDonald’s run as an adventure, this one is to remind you that it is okay if the portrait of the life you painted in your daydreams is not taking the form you wanted it to take.

It is for you, who thrives for a cozy night as you stare outside the window as your eyes move in perfect motion looking at the raindrops falling one by one, but still, want your thoughts to be muddled in the chaos of the city. This one's for you, you know your shoulders carry the weight of your lucid dreams. You may not believe me when I say this, but oh, your ravishing smile makes the sinners standstill. Do not forget, you have the capability of being the sweetest angel and cruelest demon, it's you who can run through this varying scale. Your chaos is the very reason for your existence.

The moon is not itself without its dark spots, the rain isn't rain unless it falls down, the phoenix isn’t a phoenix if it can not rise from the ashes. You are not you unless you have the space to fall and rise again. This is to you who cries while looking at the mirror, what is it that bothers you? What you see is a mere reflection, the mirrors have no identity of their own, it's just a play of the light, but you cannot lose your identity, it’s mere bending and curves of lights. Only you can pass through the dark night to be mesmerized by the beauty of the dawn, even your shadow leaves you in the dark.

This is for the one who is waiting to just ‘live’ one day, waiting to be finally happy once again, and this time for a longer period. This is for the one who struggles with a blank canvas because they are afraid of missing out on the intricate details captured by your eyes, but maybe not understood as strikingly by your hand. But pick that brush, pick that pen up, start painting your misery, your beauty, your view, don't worry about what I want to see, just read, write and paint what you want to, this is what the world wants. Your perception matters.

Look around. the guy next to you, what is his story? Do you understand him completely without being him? Can you become him without having all his experiences? Can you “mirror” him accurately without knowing how every fight, every joke, every instance of pain he ever felt and how it affected him? We all know the answer. But rest assured, nobody can do it for you either. Nobody can truly know the pain you felt and why you felt it, or why you made a particular decision you made it. The same person who curses without any care in the world when he is with his friends is a mumbling mess during classes. The person behind you ties their hair as if it's brushing away the disorganized thoughts.

Everyone next to you has an unheard chapter in their lives.

This is for you, remember to embrace this sonder, Your mind is a beautiful encapsulation of the chaos it holds, don't be afraid to express it, for only from chaos can order be born. The Titans of the greeks, the Gods of Egypt, and even our known universe follow this sacred rule.

You could enjoy the warmth of the old cardigan or the frills of the new dress you bought, you could find peace in the thunderstorm or maybe it could frighten your soul, this is to remind you,

You are beautiful, you are YOU.

This one is for your splendid view even through a broken lens.

BY:

SANSKRITI MOHAN

(who too is trying to understand her convoluted thoughts)