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An Ode to Optimism

Khushboo Kurawley (TYB Com.)

Look at yourself. Those beautiful webs of veins and arteries, they travel from your arms to your
heart - small paths that make ways through your body. Your eyes, the oceans where one easily
loses track of time and place. Aren't you mesmerized at the miracle you call just your eyes? The
most breathtaking curve is your smile - an enigma on its own. Your dimples, deep valleys that

reside in your cheeks. You're more than a human; you're a lively city of possibilities in yourself.
Unfortunately you're at war with almost all those evil residents that reside in your mind, those
devils of depression, anxiety and self-hate.

Just like roads connect one city to another, you bond with other cities. You build bridges of love,
faith and affection towards them and fall in love with the opportunities that they have to offer.
You let them in through a bridge to the best part of your city - your heart and they steal away
your faith and your love and leave behind a trail of betrayal. You don't mind though; you let
them take pieces of you.

You call yourself ugly and let these affable looking sinister monsters crawl into your capital, let
them create dark and despair. Do you think you deserve it? If only you knew that you are so
much more, that your existence is an idea to be marveled upon. Don't let anyone steal you
anymore. Burn those bridges, make them ash - not everyone deserves to see you for real, have
them know that not every city is a welcome and that you don't have time to hold on to them.
Avoid striding on those roads that connect to greedy empires, help the fallen empires rise
instead.

Say farewell to those dark days of living in fear. Chin up, you're too special to hold on to a
clichéd universe; you're a city and you're my favourite one.

My Dear Best Friend

Sara Khan (FYBAMMC)

Time will pass, things won't be the same again

Neither will we disturb each other in the wee hours of the night, nor early in the day
Your presence will not brighten up my day
But your absence will denitely tear my heart apart

Those mischievous talks, late night walks, wayward behavior and being each other's saviour
Sharing benches, books, clothes, tea, thoughts, emotions…
Teasing, arguing, quarreling…the memories are chained
My best friend you will always remain

The body fades, the soul remains
Soul mates never die…

”Success is not nal, failure is not fatal: it is the
courage to continue that counts.” ( Winston Churchill ) 109
2019-20