Whenever I open up to someone, I become vulnerable. I don't keep secrets. I wear my heart on my sleeve. But it saddens me every time when my transparency makes me fall prey to others' snap judgement. A question begins to echo in my head: Why did I trust someone one more time? I curse myself for disrespecting my own privacy. I shouldn't have let my guarded heart break into wilderness again. An urge to distance myself from the crowd flows through my veins. Soon, a familiar feeling visits my heart. It hits me hard when I realise once again that I don't belong anywhere.
—Amrit Versha
