T Sai Sahasra successfully participated in the Letter Writing Competition Organised By SGSH Publication.

Dear me, I have stood in far too many shoes to fit into my own. under the weight of all my pages, under broken bridges, and cramped between bloody walls, there is a little girl, a girl who’s been stranded in the darkness, the only dimly-lit candle being her hopeless trust, and sometimes, she blew out her own spark too. She hid in corners of her tiny imagination she called home, she shut everyone but no one out, she would talk to people but never to herself— but she survived, she survived the nights of dismay and her passions being torn infront of welling eyes, when the bloody walls in her mind crashed onto her, ripping at her skin…but oh, what a crime for such a little girl, to be that ugly, to be that futile, to be that cruel, she thought. her thoughts would ponder even tho they would go no where, alone and bruised in her bed, sinking into a void of blankets and lights in the dark, tears and bawling, sobbing and crying— yet, she stands tall now, and I am proud, I am so, pleased, that I got the little girl out of the ditch, even if I had scars after, it was all worth it, happiness is the road that awaits her from now on, and she can look at the sun the same again, she can clean up the blood on her walls, and she can scout for her lost pages, I am proud. Yours, Sahasra.