Mindless Memoirs

a journey to remember.

Author

Trisha

//an open letter to the girl I see in the mirror//

The sunset comes back, Like it always does. A pink sky Sits outside your window, And you ask yourself If its the sun is blushing At the sight of her lover. What is this obsession of yours With romanticizing Everything?… Continue Reading →

//The mortal marathon spirals into infinity, and the pain doesn’t end//

You. If you are here. If you are hurting And if you have given me your time. Listen. By the time I was 11, I had seen 2 suicides. Today, there are 2 people-shaped voids In me That just sink… Continue Reading →

//I wrap pain in three layers of metaphors and throw it into an ocean//

Yesterday, My dad bought me earphones. Earphones without wires. They stay in my ears when I plug them in. They have Touch controls; If I press firmly on them, They connect automatically To my laptop. I am afraid To use… Continue Reading →

//Most of the time, it hurts despite being beautiful//

I see Autumn aesthetics, Warm- brown sweaters, And coffee mugs Scattered all over the internet In a desperate attempt to romanticize autumn. Autumn, A season that will leave soon. There is no time For aesthetics in my life today. We… Continue Reading →

And yet another letter.

Before we begin, a note: This blog is special for a number of reasons. One, because I wrote it when all hope was slipping away from me. Quarantine had left me emotionally and mentally exhausted, and writing this really helped…. Continue Reading →

//She is the prayer I have scratched onto the walls of my throat //

Yesterday, I watched my grandmother teach my younger sister The same prayers she taught me when I was three. I watched her laugh As she listened to a child praying And I thought about how My Grandmother doesn’t talk-. She… Continue Reading →

//I am a paradox, piecing together a purpose from the remnants of what was//

I say I find it hard to care anymore And yet, Every time someone in my family Falls sick, I am inches away From falling apart. I say something is wrong with me And yet On the days I wake… Continue Reading →

//I fall in love with promises all over again//

I weave words Into flower-rings And stroke my fingers Across the rough surface of My notebooks. I sway to the sound Of pens scratching on paper, Of pages being turned, Of essays being typed. And in the process of Drowning… Continue Reading →

//After months, I see my house rebuild itself from its forced isolation//

My family Is a bouquet Of sunflowers On the graves Of my unfinished poetry. I Am a single rose, Learning How to wrap foil Around my thorns So that I don’t prick people When they reach out to me. Today,… Continue Reading →

//Bringing back the three year old girl who believed//

I realised today That we, as humans, Spend our entire lives running from two things:- Despair, and Death. When a virus Takes over our entire world, We stay Behind cloth masks And locked doors; Just to make sure That a… Continue Reading →

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