From Broken Glass to Marshmallows, a poem penned by Udhari Arundhati from, B. A Final year.

FROM BROKEN GLASS TO MARSHMALLOWS.

An April day, a sudden glance,

Two years away from the mirror's dance.

I dressed up, smiled, and clicked a view,

Seeking a dozen slides or two,

Seeking the spark I once called mine,

Before heartbreak blurred each line.

But the gallery holds a double-edged art:

The worst and best days, tearing apart,

Leaving behind a bittersweet trace—

Broken heart pieces with a beautiful hope in their place.

Yet God remembers His favorite child,

No matter how broken the heart or wild.

Looking back at the old and the new,

The glamorous poses were never quite true;

Though the outside looked fine, a picture-perfect role,

I carried that heavy heartbreak in my soul.

But the pain has softened, the focus has shifted,

The weight of the glamorous burden is lifted.

Life isn't about forcing oneself to look grand,

But embracing the soul that God had planned.

I know I wasn't always trapped in this space—

Even the rainbow envied my colorful grace,

Hair styled with a snap, sleep gentle and deep,

Like a river whose currents have no rush to keep.

The sharp, painful fragments finally yield,

Whispering softly across the field:

"I'm happy that at least it is you."

Now the sharp, broken edges are entirely new,

As the stones and broken glasses of yesterday

Turn into marshmallows along the way.