Ruchika Roy

You have a photograph of me. My face is lit up and I look pretty.

Because if we take a moment and look away from our broken hearts, we’ll see that the others around us are broken in their own unique ways, treading gingerly around that same chasm of desperation.

I’ve lived and loved longer than you have at this stage and I have good and disappointing news.

We are born expecting love. But we live to learn that we are mistaken.