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Anishka: The Girl With a Galaxy in Her Eyes Okay, so let me tell you about someone really special. Her name is Anishka. She's 11 years old in 2025, which means she was born in 2013 (on August 25th, to be exact). That makes her a Virgo—which lowkey makes so much sense once you get to know her. You know how Virgos are usually super observant, kind, a little bit of a perfectionist, and always overthinking everything? Yeah, that’s Anishka to a T.

She’s got this vibe about her, like she’s already lived a thousand lives or something, even though she’s just starting middle school. And even though she’s still young, the stuff she’s been through and the way she handles things—it's honestly more mature than some adults I know.

The Animal Whisperer First of all, Anishka loves animals. Like, LOVES them. Cats are her absolute favorite. You know those kids who always stop to talk to every cat they see? That’s her. Black cats, orange tabbies, shy kittens hiding under bushes—she wants to be friends with them all. But it’s not just cats. She’s got a soft spot for all animals. Dogs, bunnies, birds, horses, even weird bugs that most people would scream at—Anishka will try to save them. One time she legit cried because someone stepped on an ant hill by accident. She said, “They were just living their life and someone crushed their home.” And yeah, I teared up too.

You can tell that animals bring her a sense of peace. Like when the world gets too loud or too mean, she finds her calm in furry paws and soft meows. She says animals don’t judge you. They just exist, love you for who you are, and ask for food occasionally. I mean, same.

Middle School is a Jungle Anishka just started middle school, which is already wild enough on its own. But for her, it’s been... a lot. Middle school isn’t exactly a chill place for anyone, let’s be real. It’s loud, confusing, awkward, and everyone’s trying to figure out who they are while pretending they’ve got it all figured out. It’s exhausting.

And for Anishka, who’s Indian and proud of it (as she should be), it’s even tougher sometimes. Kids can be mean. Like, really mean. They make fun of the way she talks when she switches between languages. They say dumb stuff about her food when she brings lunch from home. They mock her name, like it’s too “hard” to say. And that stuff hurts. She doesn’t always say it, but you can see it in her eyes when she gets quiet or stares at the floor too long.

But the thing is, Anishka doesn’t let it break her. Not really. She gets sad, yeah. She gets scared, too. (We’ll talk about her fears in a sec.) But even when she’s hurting, there’s this light in her. It’s not loud or flashy—it’s soft and steady, like a candle that won’t go out no matter how strong the wind blows.

Fears in the Shadows Anishka has a lot of fears. Not like “Oh no, there’s a spider!” (even though she hates spiders, let’s be real). Her fears run deeper. She’s scared of being left out, of not being good enough, of never truly being understood. She gets scared that her parents won’t be proud of her, even though they love her more than anything. She’s scared of not making friends, or worse, making friends who don’t really like her for who she is.

She also has this fear of people forgetting her. Like, someday she’ll move on and no one will remember the things she said or the way she smiled. It’s heavy stuff for someone so young to carry, but she carries it anyway.

At night, when the world is quiet, her fears feel louder. She worries about everything—her grades, her future, the planet, wars, animals going extinct, her family getting sick. Her brain doesn’t really know how to shut up sometimes. But she still wakes up, brushes her hair, puts on that sparkly cat-themed backpack, and faces the day.

Little Things That Make Her Happy But here’s the beautiful part—despite everything, Anishka finds joy in the little things. Like a warm blanket straight from the dryer. Or the way her cat curls up next to her feet. She loves rainy days and the smell of petrichor (yes, she knows what that word means—told you she’s a Virgo). She loves stickers and glitter pens and spiral notebooks with cool covers.

She loves writing stories about magical creatures who save the day and girls who find secret worlds inside wardrobes. She loves drawing eyes—like, just eyes. She says it’s because you can see everything in a person’s eyes: sadness, joy, hope, lies, everything.

She also loves making playlists with weirdly specific names like “songs for walking home while pretending I’m in a sad movie” or “tunes for when I want to escape Earth for a bit.” She’ll hum along to the music while looking out the window like she’s in a Lana Del Rey music video, and honestly? It fits.

Why She Matters Anishka matters because she’s real. She’s the kind of kid the world doesn’t always notice. She’s not the loudest voice in the room or the one winning all the awards. But she’s the one who notices when someone looks sad and writes them a little note in crayon saying “You matter.” She’s the one who volunteers to feed the class hamster and actually takes it seriously. She’s the one who believes that being kind is more important than being popular.

And honestly, I think that kind of person is exactly who the world needs more of.

Final Thoughts I don’t know how to wrap this up in some deep, poetic way. Because Anishka’s story isn’t over. She’s only 11. She’s still growing, still learning, still figuring out how to be strong without building walls, and how to love herself in a world that sometimes tries to make her feel small.

But if you ever meet a girl named Anishka—who’s Indian, loves cats, has fears like storm clouds and hopes like sunrises—please be kind. Listen to her. Celebrate her weirdness, her softness, her strength. Because she’s already changing the world, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

And honestly? I can't wait to see who she becomes.