Vidushi

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Who am I?



I like to describe myself as an average human trying to make her way through this deadly game of life. 


Yes, I like to see life as a game. No, I am not delusional, just a little imaginative.

I don't think being imaginative is the wrong thing. 

This “game” of life can be sad, depressing, and tough sometimes. So, is it wrong to sometimes use our imagination to escape this game?

I know many would disagree. Many would say that being too imaginative is wrong. We should be real to ourselves. We should learn to adapt to our reality, some twisted imagination won’t help. 

I am not one of those people. 

Because, 

What’s a person without dreams? 


On numerous  occasions, I have heard people calling me a “feminist” like it’s a bad thing. People have sent me memes on feminism, people have argued with me over feminism, and over supporting LGBTQ. I am sure that many have called me dumb and stupid behind my back for my words. 

Do I ever feel bad? NO. Infact, I think it’s funny. 

I never felt bad about people sending me memes on feminism. 

It simply shows how far a person can go to prove their point. 


After reading the above paragraph, many would point fingers at me saying hey! Was that targeted at me? 

To answer that, yes. 


In all the blogs I have ever written, there has always been a person who inspired me to write that blog. 

Every blog of mine is inspired by some event or conversation.

If they ever read my blogs, it won’t take them long to figure out that it is inspired by them. 

According to me, that’s what my blog is about, writing about my experiences. 

So, I guess I did a good job. What do you think?


When I started writing, I used to think that writing arduous words makes a writing piece better. I used to think that the corrections Grammarly was making were right.

I could not be more wrong. 

Writing ain’t about just displaying your words, it's about expressing yourself. It’s about making the other person feel what you felt while writing it. 

To be frank, I only write this blog for myself. It’s like my happy place to go to whenever I feel sad. 

In a way, this blog is like my diary except for the fact it is public.


I am enough 

Not for someone else,

But for myself.


~Vidushi Anand 


 

Comments

  1. Bhartesh tyagiMarch 14, 2023 at 8:57 PM

    True 😌

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  2. Jhanvi✨March 14, 2023 at 9:07 PM

    Right alll the wayy💯💫

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2023 at 5:42 PM

    Do u like BTS?

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    1. VidushiJune 18, 2024 at 10:37 PM

      I used to, I liked their music a lot. I used to listen their music while studying coz their songs are in korean and that way I wouldn't end up singing to the lyrics instead of studying, lol. but now i don't listen to their music that much (coz I don't study much maybe?, hahahaha)
      bbye:)

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  4. VedanshSeptember 23, 2023 at 10:09 PM

    Bruh ☠️

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