Stay, because I heard it somewhere, Stay, because it sounded shinier Stay, because someone looked at me Stay, as it was supposed to be better Stay.... Freeze, because I am not better Freeze, because I am more of the matter Freeze, because I think I should be fixed Freeze, as I fail to speak

We at LeanOnTree simply loved this entry! It is seldom that we frequent entries on our Self Love Challenge that doesn't require editing at all. Here's presenting Pompi Banerjee unplugged, with her honest and "publicly share-able" declaration of her love for self! So, after a considerable amount of procrastination and false starts, here I am, writing about the 50 things I love about myself.

Dear Leaner,Life was going good, and then tough times happened. The way they always do. More than for me, I was sad for the people around me. You know how certain people are like sponges; they sort of absorb the aura and the energies of the place. I am that sponge. And so, when the company I work for, decided to make Annual Performance Evaluations as toxic and vicious as humanly possible

"My life has had so many influences, and all of them have worked together to make me who I am right now. Being from an upper middle class family, finding the good kind of company at the most impressionable age, personal trysts with different sets of religious beliefs and lack thereof, bullying in school, exploring my identity, battling depression

This is the first post of the #SelfLoveChallenge. Please check the event details and send us your entries declaring your love for self. Now, over to Sahil. So, I had to take the challenge, like obviously! More than wanting to set up an example and help other self-lovers come up with their posts, I really wanted this experience. “50 Things I Love About Myself! No big deal!!! I can do it!”

Fear takes hold of me as I feel her standing behind me and slowly stepping towards me as a tactful predator. A chill runs through my spine, making me shiver, and I don't have the courage to turn around and see her. The weather seems to be resonating with my thoughts; dark clouds filling every inch of the infinite sky. I know this time she's not alone. She is here with a plan to end my story there and then with a weapon; a knife. Would she just stab me in the back without even confronting me? Or this time, we will get to discuss our fears.

He was a boy. He was scared of Gurgaon; the wide roads and the by-lanes – cemeteries carrying the clingy colossal of countless dreams caught and abandoned. He was a boy, who finally decided to take the leap of faith into manhood, rushing the steady natural process. After all, the boy was now living in a big city. The city that houses more corporate establishments than homes. A city that manufactures several efficient solutions for simplifying several problems of the world’s superpowers.