And the axe forgets?!

“Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes

Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth

Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name

do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold

do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet

we will never learn
how to be soft

we will leave.
we always do.”

— Do Not Fall In Love With People Like Me.

__ Caitlyn Siehl




My healing centre: My classroom :)

I have been thinking about posting something regarding my classroom on my blog recently and never got around to writing. Every time I sit down to write I realise that words are not enough to express what I experience everyday in my classroom everyday, i.e. lots of love from 36 adorable girls in some way or the other. Some days it’s the cards that kids make, some days it’s hearing “Aap aate ho toh accha lagta hai.” Sometimes it’s “Don’t leave during the Gujarati class_ hume accha nahi lagta.” Sometimes after the school gets over, it’s the “aap rukoge na?” Almost everyday it’s the “Yay!!” in their shrilly high pitched voices when I enter the class and “Kal aana pakka?!” warning.
It is overwhelming. It is stressful ( not this_the planning and teaching part!). It is pure hard work mixed with love. Teaching is not a profession, it is a lifestyle.
And I find myself wondering if I can deal with their superhero expectations from me

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