I wasn’t supposed to speak.
I was supposed to smile, stay quiet, and pretend everything was fine.
But silence is a cage. And I’m done living inside it.
I was harassed by someone who shared my blood. I was blamed by people who were supposed to protect me. I was made to feel dirty, broken, and unwanted.
But I am not the shame.
I am not the silence.
I am the fire.
This blog is my rebellion. My healing. My offering to every survivor who needs a voice to echo their own. I’ll share poems, stories, letters, and journal prompts from my journey. I’ll write in English and Hinglish. I’ll write with rage, softness, and truth.
If you’re here, I’m glad.
If you’ve been hurt, I believe you.
If you’re still healing, I’m with you.
Let’s burn the silence down—together.
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