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“Hope drowned in shadows
emerges fiercely splendid–�
boldly angelic.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“A great Tamil poet, given to decadence and debauchery, once said that the story of his life could serve as an example to the youth on how one should
not live. Having lived, or rather, having sleepwalked for ten years through the desolate wastelands of depression, I survived to reach the other side. I believe that this validates my claim to write this book for you.”
― Indu Muralidharan, The Reengineers

“I had fallen into the pages of the book. Time stood still and I lost sense of my surroundings. Siddharth’s words were all that I was aware of. They were a drum beat in my being. A part of me understood instinctively then that the purpose of this adventure had been to bring me to this book. I did not doubt for a moment that it was addressed to anyone but me, and it was not only because it bore my name on the title page. The surreal dream, the kidnapping, the rescue, my saviour’s easy familiarity â€� It all seemed to fall into place somehow. I sensed this book held all my answers.

Even so, the words in the book frightened me like nothing had ever done before. Anu and Sabi were laughing, their heads bent together over a page. I tried to say something but my voice was stuck in my throat. I felt like a hook was being pulled through my heart. I tried to breathe. Then, out of sheer habit formed over fifteen years of my life, I did what came naturally to me when I was scared, upset or unhappy. I turned to the book in my lap and began to read.”
― Indu Muralidharan, The Reengineers

“Across the face, mouth, etc...
A cold, familiar dose of reality.
I hate being a kid.

Everything I do is wrong.
I hate myself.
I hate this life.
I hate everything.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“I've often taken my hands and turned them into fists.
Punching myself in the head.
Trying to make sense of myself.
I'm left with anger.
A wet face
and a migraine.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“What if I can't get out?
I want to.
I'm just so tired
of being picked apart
and scattered like
ashes.

I see now
that my
demons
are
scavengers.

But the darkness
is an old
friend I can't say no to.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“It's easier now.
There's a sense of relief.
And while I still suffer from my demons,
I am not overcome by them.
I am not chained by them.
I just know how to deal with them.

And that is the greatest satisfaction.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“I've never
smiled so hard
in my life,
until the day
I found
myself again.

I'm
at
peace.
The
peace
I
never
knew
I
already
had.

It took
a lot of strength.
Strength
I underestimated
having.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems