You know what the world worships now? Detachment.
Nonchalance.
The art of pretending you never cared.
They say, “Don’t give a fuck.”
As if numbness is strength.
As if indifference is evolution.
But I give a fuck.
I give lots of fucks.
Actually, I am a prostitute of feelings.
I feel everything.
Too much. Too deeply. Too honestly.
A song from five years ago can still ruin my evening.
A scent can drag me back to a version of myself I buried.
I remember the way people laughed, the way they left.
And sometimes I wonder —
Who am I without my sensitive heart?
Nostalgia?
Grief?
Melancholy?
Empathy?
Love?
If I amputate my softness just to survive, what remains of me?
A body that breathes but does not ache?
A mind that calculates but never trembles?
No.
I would rather feel foolish than feel nothing.
I would rather break than become stone.
Because the same heart that hurts
is the only one capable of loving like this.
–aaditya
Aaditya Bajpai 