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My Dear Girl

Dec 11, 2024
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Roopanshi Gupta


My dear girl,

One thing you know is that you can’t control your anger,

But one thing you don’t know is

you can’t even control your mood.

My dear girl,

You know you are rude,

But let me tell you,

You are also innocent and humble.

My dear girl,

You think you know everything,

But let me correct you—

You only know what you see.

There’s a vast world,

Still undiscovered.


PART II


My dear girl,

Many things you think you know

Are even unknown to you.

My dear girl,

You don’t know.

My dear girl,

The world is yet to be fully discovered.

It’s open, vast—

Vaster than our imagination.

My dear girl,

One thing you must know is a line—

An invisible line.

A line between the real and the imaginary.

A line between what to do and what not to.

A line between good and bad.

A line between you and others.

A line—

An invisible line after all.


PART III


My dear girl,

What you must do is grow,

Learn,

And enjoy the process.

That’s all.

My dear girl,

You are like a flower.

Everyone is beautiful

In their own way.

You bloom to the fullest,

Share happiness,

And become the reason for someone’s smile.

But one fear haunts me—

Someone might pluck you

Before you fully bloom,

Tearing your petals.

That’s horrifying—

To pluck a flower for pleasure,

Only to throw it away from the garden.

My dear girl,

You want someone to love you—

Not someone who just likes you.

The one who loves flowers

Waters the plant,

While the one who merely likes them

Plucks them.

Despite all this,

You need to grow on your own

And become stronger.

Just like a flower,

Despite all the struggles,

You dance with the wind,

Rejoice in the rain,

And enjoy your life.


By Roopanshi Gupta



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