So I’ll tell you why I write. I write because I’m the protagonist of my own stories. I write because in my stories, I solve the problems that invariably creep up between people and I In the most heroic ways possible I write because in my world, Not every rainbow ends in a *** of gold But sliding across its multicolour will be the happiest memory in your mind I write because my stories are clouds that do have real silver linings I write because 3 am is time for chai, and childhood stories Impromptu bike rides to greet the sleeping night But all I can do is write. I write because I’m angry and frustrated but you asked me not to turn my anguish onto my body and leave battle scars for the world to question - so I write instead. I write because sometimes, the tumult in my head comes from words that are struggling to spill forth from my brain and stain empty pages with their loud meaning. I write because Writing is the only way I have to make sense of this messy world we live in.