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The Letters I Wrote in Secret — That Kept Me Alive as a 7-year-old
If you also have a story no one knows and you feel alone, this is for you
As a little girl in first grade, I was introverted, with no one to share my feelings. I couldn’t rely on my family — because, well… They were the reason I felt miserable in the first place.
While other kids played outside, I was just trying to make it through each day, questioning my own existence when I should’ve been worrying about which game to play next.
I remember looking at my friends at school, watching how their parents held them, how my own sister was treated so differently, and wondering “Am I their real child?”
That’s when I started writing letters to Bhagwan (God in Hindi).
I truly believed those letters were reaching Him
They weren’t to complain or ask for favours — I wasn’t looking for miracles. I just needed someone to listen.
I poured my feelings onto paper the way a storm dumps rain — sudden, relentless, and uncontrollable. And He already knew, didn’t He? He had seen it all. So, there was no chance He’d misunderstand or be fooled by my parents’ well-practised smiles in front of others.
