Photographer: Simrat Ghuman
Model: Tavneet Khera
Photographer: Simrat Ghuman
Model: Tavneet Khera
Scars is a silent short film to depict the struggle between SELF-LOVE and SELF-HARM. There will always be a fight between the two realms. It takes courage and a lot of might to overcome this darkness, but with ones own time to heal and grow, you will get to see the light.
Please, for anyone going through any sort of mental health related issues, please consult a qualified healthcare professional and seek help.
Written and Directed by: Simrat Ghuman
Cast: Tavneet Khera
MUA: Amy Rogers
On September 12, 2015, I will be launching my first Visual Novel, 365!
The Launch Party will be held in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Link to the event:
The book will be available at the launch party, afterwards it will be available online for purchase!
The visual novel is about one girl’s journey to happiness.
365 revolves around the topic of Mental Health and Depression.
Hope to see you there and support a great cause!
Someone once told me to believe in your dreams.
Then someone once told me to stop making castles in the air.
You later start to realize after a few years of not believing to a few years of can’t stop dreaming that,
without dreaming, you never know about endless possibilities and realize that limitation to boundaries are stupid.
With dreams you learn that the world is yours for the taking.
This world is for my taking.
My dreams are what will help me conquer everything.
From castles in the air to bricked castles starting from the dirt far up to the ground.
Relationship goals are probably the most stressful ones.
Goals are what you set for yourself to achieve
Relationships are supposed to be between two people where love feels like home.
Love between two people is supposed to be stress-free.
Love is stress-free.
However, you then stumble into a relationship where it feels like your dating the editor of a magazine; a critic.
“you shouldn’t be like this”
“you should be doing this”
“you can’t be like that anymore”
And then you start to doubt yourself
Your self being.
The person who you truly are, is no longer there
because now you’re changing for love?
Love isn’t supposed to change your character,
love isn’t supposed to change who you are at all.
I was told that I’m way too emotional,
I was told that I’m hot headed,
I was told that I need to learn to be calm and cool, because cooler heads prevail and take courses.
You can’t change a person by their character.
You can change habits, not people.
I will always be emotional, I will always I’m impatient, I will always be hot headed.
But I have outlets.
Changing isn’t an outlet for character.
I will always love myself, flaws and all.
Until then I realized truly, the cold hard truth about love.
Someone may be perfect for you, but you may not be perfect for them.
In this case, I wasn’t perfect for him. But later, after judgement day, neither was he.
There will be a time where you will feel like you have it all.
The feeling that everything is finally perfect.
The feeling that everything you’ve always wanted is finally here.
Where nothing can disappoint you. Nothing can disturb you. And nothing can destroy you.
Yet, you still fricken feel scared. Defeated.
You let one honest voice out and somehow, suddenly, the vibe changes.
The stars are now aligned differently.
Your gut is turning awkwardly.
And with one voiced opinion, somehow you lose it all.
With one action, somehow everything disappears.
With one feeling, somehow everyone is shifted.
How do you get that all back again?
Maybe we want to move so fast that your world isn’t ready for it.
Maybe we want to fill something quickly that you end up filling it with the wrong thing.
Maybe we want to love so hard that you end up getting hurt by a person you’d expect to love you.
We may think we have it all, but usually it’s only the beginning.
Either a beginning to an old end or an end to a new beginning.
I don’t have it all, but even half a baby step towards a tiny thing, is always growth to the better.
Even taking steps backwards is not the worst thing ever.
No matter how bad it hurts.
Even when you feel like your world is falling apart so fast, never let anyone define your worth.
… is when you wake up seeing the brighter.
… is when you feel a little bit lighter.
… is when you speak a little bit softer.
… because that is what will get you there.
… because it is the only ingredient to revive you.
Without hope how can you possibly breathe?
Or possibly dream?
Why clog precious miracles with dull moments?
Why live in dead dreams?
It’s just the beginning.
It will end, for the better.
Until then, dream.
But with that, you hope.
Because hope is when you wake up seeing the brighter.
Because hope is when you feel a little bit lighter…
She didn’t want to hold on to the poison anymore.
She can’t let herself get emotionally drained anymore.
She wouldn’t allow anyone come close to her anymore.
She needed a cure.
She needed to let go.
Let go all the negativity.
Let go all the pain,
to help her move on.
To help her get back up.
But every time she would get up in the morning,
she was reminded of the dark pain.
How people around her have hurt her.
How people around her had brought her down.
How showing her face with a smile across it was the best fake thing to do.
Because frowning was never considered beautiful.
Because revealing pain was looked down upon.
Because being around someone who’s showing their dying inside never looked good.
She wants to smile again.
She wants to be happy.
She wants to get rid of the baggage.
So she got up,
she grabbed all the things that reminded her of pain.
All the things that are hurting her.
All the things that are holding her back.
She threw them all into her car.
Drove to an open field.
Lit everything on fire.
Watched her past burn.
Watched her sins disintegrate.
Watched the weight that were on her shoulders vanish in smoke into the air.
As she walked back into her car,
drove back home,
went back into her room,
she looked in the mirror.
She was reminded that even letting a harsh past go,
it’s still apart of who she is.
However, this time,
she looked at herself as a warrior.
A soldier who survived violence,
However, she never felt so good.
Wearing scars never felt better.