The Not-So-Normal Gal

 1.  You have no idea what you mean to me. You are not someone I've known all my life but I would like to. You being so far away is one of the toughest things because there are days where I wish I could hug you and tell you that it'll all be okay. If I had all the money in the world I'd fly to you all the time. You are my light, my strength. A voice of empathy and understanding. You have a heart of gold, my love. I can never imagine staying sane in the circumstances you have had to face. But you aren't only surviving, you're thriving, go off queen. I needn't go on for too long because I reiterate my love for you, time and time again. Just know that I'm here till it's dangerous for babies to go on jungle gyms. Here's a song for you, it should bring back some memories https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3dezFzsNss 2.  A true legend, you have opened my eyes to new perspectives and I have had so many fun and memorable moments with you, though they were supe

  “People will kill you. Over time. They will shave out every last morsel of fun in you with little, harmless sounding phrases that people uses every day, like: 'Be realistic!'" - Dylan Moran I am nobody,  two weeks before I was officially due, born in a disaster,  one of the biggest earthquakes my country will know. The epicenter isn't far.  My alloted hospital is a pile of rubble. My mom is greeted  by a candle held in the doctor's hand as she is lead into a low laying room with a broken window where she brings me into this world. I am a year and a half, we move away to a big city, I will have no memories of my birthplace.    I am three years old. The teacher comes in our our first day of Pre school to find me alone and upset. She hands me a book that makes sounds and that becomes the only recollection I have from that era of my life.  I am six now. I run around in the howling rain and strom with my weak umbrella with the sole purpose of turning it inside out.  I

As I write this, I am 19 years old. 4 months short of not being a teenager anymore. I started this blog when I was 13. (It was August of 2014 so you could say this is sort of a late 6th-anniversary post.) Time goes by quick, doesn't it? I was a child; that's not to say I'm not a child right now but you know what I mean. The last post on this blog is from 2018 but I really stopped using this back in 2017. It's been three whole years. Nothing seems different but yet everything has changed, hasn't it?  I don't know where to start. I truly do not.  I finished high school, I'm halfway through college. I imagine this moment would have been unfathomable to 2014 Shreya. I guess I should start with filling you in on the major events in my life so far. I am not friends with even half the people I knew when you last heard from me. In fact, I can only name a couple that have stayed with me since then.  I fell in love again, no surprise there. I fell in love harder than