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Let the oblivion be my saving grace

Oct 11, 2022
1 min read

By Meghna Pranesh Badami





I uninstalled Instagram today,

Because behind your plastic smiles,

And impeccably star-studded ambiences,

All I see are sneers:

Mocking my lack of an equally exciting social life

I uninstalled LinkedIn today,

Because your post about yet another gold-plated achievement,

Pushes me back into my bottomless pit of insecurities.

Making me feel like the small, unimportant little girl,

I'm forever trying hard to run far away from.


I uninstalled Snapchat today,

Because my mind is eternally exhausted,

Looking at you making magnanimous memories,

From minuscule and seemingly trivial moments,

That fill me with anxiety: for will my life ever be as worthwhile?

I uninstalled whatsapp too,

Because no matter how hard I try to run away,

From the toxic spiral that I'm slipping into,

I never seem to reach the finish line.

Why is the red victory ribbon this adamant to evade me?

Yes, I know uninstalling won't solve any of my issues,

That are now akin to wounds that cut deep,

And for some reason fail to ever close.

For with each minute trigger,

They force themselves to gap and bleed and hurt all over.

But maybe you can just let me stay in my bubble,

Where It feels warm and comfortable and homely.

Not knowing what she or they or anyone else is upto.

Because on one blissful day,

I hope to fall in love again: with my life, lifestyle and myself.

But until then, let the oblivion be my saving grace.



By Meghna Pranesh Badami




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