When you feel your lungs hold more apologies than air, go to the darkest corner you can find and scream. Scream till your voice feels like a cry for help in a land you've never stood on before, and then stretch out your hands, look for where it's hurting the most and whisper every poem that's ever savoured your soul. All while teaching it to inhale more oxygen than it murmurs out sorrys between breaths.
-Sushmita Ghoshal
5