The Reason 

“You should speak your mind more often.” He smiled at her.

“Me? Why?” She asked as if he just told her to act in a movie.

“Because you have so much to say.” He pointed out.

Before she could say anything, he continued “ You have thoughts and there’s something constantly on your mind. But you’re afraid to let it out. I don’t know what you’re so scared of. I’m constantly wondering what’s going on under that thick skull of your’s” he joked half-heartedly. 

“ People.” She whispered.

“People? Why?” He asked.

“ I’ve never had someone say to me that you need to speak up or ask me what my opinion was. It was always the other way around. I was told to shut up and was laughed on by people for having an ‘opinion’. So why would I want to speak my mind when there’s no one there to value it or even consider it. Why would I want to make a fool out of myself for having a belief? When I know that saying something is only going to embarrass and humiliate me because I’ve something different to say, why would I do that? Our society teaches us to raise a voice against injustice but the same people kills the voices of many who have something to say. It’s not that I’m afraid of something, it’s just that I know that my voice has no value.” 

-Prajakta Dengale



I’m thinking of starting “He and She” series. Let me know what you guys think.


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Soul

“How do you know a person?” He asked staring at her brown eyes.

She smiled before replying,

“By everything they do.”

“Everything?” He was confused.

“Yes, everything. By how he doodles at the top corner of the page when he’s bored. How he taps his foot when his favorite song is playing. By the rhythm of his heartbeat when he’s sound asleep. By the straight line between his eyebrows when he’s confused. By the long sigh he gives when he finishes a book. By the way he rolls his sleeves up. By the amount of sugar he takes in his tea. The song he only listens till his favorite lyric. The little notes he leaves for people to read. The scratching of his neck whenever he’s nervous. The way he hugs his pets when he returns home. The way he stares. Everything. You don’t know a person just by their name or where they’ve come from. You know a person by all the little things they do which separates them from everyone. It’s not just their identity that interests you, it’s their soul.”

-Prajakta Dengale

Just something for this rainy night…

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