The Not-So-Normal Gal

  “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 tu...

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 ...