You must be thinking about that lovely series whose new season was recently released simply by looking at this title, right?

However, this a true story not a fictitious one. It's my story of being broken yet beautiful at the same time. 

Let me introduce myself briefly first. My name is Vidhi Khatri. I am a student pursuing my graduation in Bachelor's of Pharmacy. I have a younger sibling. We lost our parents due to medical conditions, earlier our lives and since then, we are living with our guardians. I lost my mother 6 years back and my father 3 years back.

I was completely broken at that time. Because I was younger at the time, the pain was neither too mild nor too severe. Because when we are still in the growing years of our lives, we tend to forget things easily and move on faster, so was I. I did not feel too much when my mother passed away because I still had my father with me. But when he also passed away, that left me numb. Even then, if I honestly tell you, I handled myself for my brother because he was all I had and I was all he got. Just for him, I took care of myself and again started a fresh chapter. Quite a few years later, the things had finally gotten back to normal, the way it was supposed to be. But as we say life is full of surprises, I lost my uncle recently due to Covid, and all of a sudden everything was shattered once again. The thing that were finally falling back in place were once again scattered here and there.

The news was kind of unacceptable because when we think of death, we generally picturize an elderly person in their 60's or 70's dying rather than a youthful person. The emotions of my family members along with his death were what shattered my heart. It seemed like, one more pillar of a house was broken and the house can no longer stand straight. 

What really crushed my heart was that neither my brother nor I were given the opportunity to completely express our sadness; instead we were expected to hide and repress it ( it's probably what everyone else does).

Isn't it odd that we are always taught not to express our feeling and to keep them in our hearts, yet our parents/guardians expect us to share everything with them?

Along with this, I being an orphan faced all the issues which an orphan does. Everyone at some point or other treats you the way you never expected, when your parents would have been alive. Those things again , broke my already broken pieces into even smaller ones.

Despite being so damaged, I continue to hope that the scars would heal eventually. I am Broken but Beautiful and I am proud of sharing my story.

So, this was my story. What is yours? Do tell me in the comments section.

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