I need coffee shops
And road trips.
And new songs.
And old songs.
There are still so many
I’m tired of hiding in the cocoon.
I’m tired of trying to fit in.
I don’t fit in.
I am a misfit.
Aren’t we all?
All of us have our own story.
And this is me
Telling you mine.
A Source of joy.
I am a Woman.
Silent- (adjective) Not expressed aloud.
Scarlet- (noun) A brilliant red color.
There’s always a thing or two common when we talk about crimes that aren’t discussed aloud. There are several people who are currently in a situation they don’t want to be in. Or who don’t know whether to speak about it or who are perpetrators themselves. Right now, anything or anyone, could be affecting your children, your sister, your brother, your best friend. So, let’s talk.
In my case, I was able to break the silence.
I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.
I began creative writing when I was thirteen. I began storytelling when I was five. Had you met me when I was a teenager you wouldn’t believe that I would grow up to be the kind of person I am today. Trust me, even I didn’t. The words I’ve quoted in the beginning was my mantra. While children my age glorified romance, I romanticized tragedies. I was a loved child so don’t blame my family for my difficult personality. I am full of love. Anyone who’s met me will vouch for me. So I understand the confusion about the content I write. In a world full of promises and hope and love, why do I speak about things that make you uncomfortable? Here’s a quick glimpse of how it all began.
Everything begins with a conversation. In the year 2014, I came across a TED talk by Eve Ensler. For those who don’t know her, she’s the author of Vagina Monologues. Here’s an excerpt from her talk,
“And at first, I thought, “Oh great, I’ll hear about wonderful orgasms, and great sex lives, and how women love their vaginas.” But in fact, that’s not what women lined up to tell me. What women lined up to tell me was how they were raped, and how they were battered, and how they were beaten, and how they were gang-raped in parking lots, and how they were incested by their uncles. And I wanted to stop doing the “Vagina Monologues,” because it felt too daunting. I felt like a war photographer who takes pictures of terrible events but doesn’t intervene on their behalf.”
There were events in my recent past and I felt I was part of something big, that I wasn’t alone in this. It made me curious, how come I relate to the stories of women when we have such cultural differences. To appease my curiosity I started ‘Secret For A Secret’ campaign in my hostel. The idea was to hear their story in exchange for mine. For personal reasons, I chose to keep it private, like real private. For anyone from my college life who were a part of this super secret campaign, I told you I’d do something about it. So, cheers to that! While having these conversations, I found out that almost everyone you meet is fighting an inner battle. Almost everyone is living with an unspoken baggage from their past, and it made me angry and helpless.
That is when I began creating content for people like you and me, the survivors, the warriors.
If you’re still here, thanks for not giving up on me and yourself!
It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent.
I started sharing my opinions on social media platforms and the response was overwhelming. I heard stories from my guy friends of how society had failed them. I couldn’t believe it. There are so many of us hiding our misery behind brave smiles and learning to live with the rage and sadness. Doesn’t it make you feel helpless?
I often thought if I could turn back time what would I do? Would I change the course of things?
I realized that if I could change one thing in the past, it would be to create a space for people to be able to talk freely. About things that happen to such a huge percentage of our population. Then arose the question, what is it that I can do today that helps others tomorrow.
That’s when and how Silent Scarlet was born.
I grew up believing that someday I would find my place in the world.
Maybe I did.
“You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I’ll rise! “
– Maya Angelou
We are just a little courage away from being free. I want you to remember that silence is like slow poison. Sooner you decide to speak, scream, write, share, the better you’ll feel about it. Forget about others who tell you that it gets better with time, trust me it doesn’t. Silent Scarlet hopes to build a tribe of bold, courageous, kind, positive, strong, unconventional people. I want to hear your story. It’s my way of helping you, and it’s my final request of you. Talk about what you read here.
Together, let’s break the silence. Together let’s make this world a better place.
One day at a time.
One story at a time.
One person at a time.