I just feel like I want to tell someone how I feel every day but I can't because I always listen to them but when it's mine turn they just vanish or think it's not important cause they only see me smiling I know that sounds cringe but it's true I always try to make people happy around me cause I don't like when people are sad it hurts me but I was wrong I always thought when I was young that if I help people they will too but I was wrong they don't they just use me when they want me then leave me when they don't today too I was asking my bff that she is ready to go with me I was excited so I message her more then once in different time but she broke my heart into peace it's not like it's first time always happen like that when I need him/her they don't exist but when they are in pain I alw…
Have you ever experienced a moment when everything felt so ordinary that you didn’t bother paying attention to it, only to realise years later that those were actually some of your favourite memories?I think growing up is mostly about discovering the value of things we once considered unimportant.
As children, we are always in a hurry to grow up. We want to make our own decisions, earn our own money, stay out late, and enjoy the freedom that adults seem to have. We complain about being told to come home early, doing household chores, waking up for school, and listening to the same instructions every single day.
But nobody really tells us that one day, we might actually miss those things.We might miss being asked whether we’ve eaten, someone reminding us to carry a sweater because it is col…
There was a time when Diwali meant waking up early to help clean the house, watching Maa bring out boxes of decorations, arguing with siblings over who got to put up the lights, and secretly sneaking sweets before the guests arrived. The excitement would begin days before the actual festival. Every little thing felt special, buying new clothes, choosing diyas, making rangolis and waiting for the evening when the whole neighbourhood would glow.
Now, Diwali comes and goes so quickly. We have more responsibilities, different places to be, and sometimes people we wish were still around to celebrate with us. The fireworks don't feel quite as exciting, and the sweets don't taste exactly like they did in childhood. Maybe nothing has changed about Diwali itself. Maybe we've just grown older.
But e…
Couple of months ago I received an offer to work as a freelancer from a popular crowd sourcing platform. This platform was going to provide pay as per the tasks completed. I did not have any restrictions towards working hours. Whichever tasks I would complete I would get paid for them. I liked the profile and hence I decided to join that platform.
I enjoyed the task based work. Tasks were short and the payments would be received at soon as the task would get completed. I was happy with the work I was getting because I was placed into the research and testing part of the platform. Being from a research background it felt like I had much more freedom towards research than I had at my corporate job. This work felt more fulfilling and liberating.
I completed my first month into this type …
It was the day of Lakshmi Poojan of Diwali. That day I was working, because I was part of a team where we did not have Indian holidays. That evening I was going to my relative's home for dinner. As it was the day of Diwali, I was going to get gifts for them. For buying gifts I was carrying extra cash that day.
While we were working, I did not realise that I had kept my bag open and my wallet was peeking out of my bag. My colleague Karan came to my desk to ask something about the task. While leaving, he said, "oh wow. I guess I am lucky to find this", and he picked up my wallet from the bag.
Before I could say or react, he opened the wallet and said, "girl, you are wealthy. You have so much money". I was furious at his actions, because I do not like anybody touching my stuff, especially w…
I'm sure that every month, we all say to ourselves, "I'm gonna spend less money this month!"
And then somehow mysteriously all that money disappears even when you've been controlling how much you spend.
Ever since i started college, I realise how much we spend only on necessities. Just buying toilet paper and soap every month uses up so much money. And ordering food is a game of "is it really worth it to spend this much when you can get (bad) mess food for free?"
I never realised how protected I was when my parents spent money for me. Before I turned 18 they used to transfer money to fampay, so I never felt like it was my money. But now that I use my own account I rethink every transaction.
I dont even want to think about how much i've spent in the last 3 or so years. My bank account …
There are several traditions and rituals during Diwali. In my opinion these traditions and rituals have been created to build stronger relationships and bring the community together. One of such traditions is the breakfast of Diwali morning.
When I was a kid I would invite all my friends to my home for Diwali breakfast which we use to call as Faral. This breakfast would include Diwali special delicacies, sweet laddoo, sweet karanji, savory chakli, spicy chiwda, and spicy sev. This breakfast was blend of various rich flavours. I would have Diwali breakfast with my friends where we would all sit together in a circle dressing up in festive traditional attire. We would have the delicacies while chatting with each other. We would indulge in each and every bite of rich and delicious Diwali sna…
It was a day before my fast. I generally eat only fruits on the day of fasting so I went to the market to buy fruits. After I had brought the fruits, the shopkeeper tells me to pay rs 430 for the fruits. I was shocked because I had not bought a lot of fruits. I asked the shopkeeper to show me the calculation. Muskmelon was costing me rs 100, half kilogram apples for rs 180, pineapple for rs 150. Just 3 varieties of fruits were costing me rs 430. I felt a blackout for a few seconds. It made me wonder why are fruits so expensive?
I understand that the inflation is rising each and every day. Everything is getting expensive, but fruits are almost as expensive as gold. When I gave more thought about it, I thought I had opened a can of worms.
As we learnt in the school fruits are the richest s…
Hello guys! How are you? I am good, and I hope you all are doing great today.
Have you ever noticed how we keep postponing the smallest things in life? We say, “I’ll clean my cupboard tomorrow,” “I’ll call that friend next week,” “I’ll start reading that book on Monday,” or my personal favourite, “I’ll fix my sleep schedule from tomorrow.”
And somehow, tomorrow becomes next Monday, next Monday becomes next month, and suddenly we are celebrating another New Year with the exact same unfinished plans!
Sometimes, we postpone things because we are busy. Sometimes, we are tired. And sometimes, we simply don’t feel like doing anything that requires getting out of our comfortable position. Our intentions are excellent, but our execution seems to have resigned without notice.
We postpone replying t…
There is something strangely difficult about starting over. Whether it is rebuilding a routine, finding a new job, making new friends, or simply trying to become a better version of yourself, beginning again is never as easy as people make it sound.We often celebrate beginnings. The first day of college, the first salary, the first achievement, or the first step towards a dream. But nobody really talks about the courage it takes to begin again after something doesn’t work out.
Sometimes, life doesn’t go according to our plans. A friendship ends unexpectedly. An opportunity slips away. An examination result disappoints us. A dream that once felt so close suddenly seems impossible. And before we realise it, we find ourselves standing at a point where we have to figure everything out again.
T…
My classmate got selected for an dream internship. The whole group congratulated. I mentioned every word when I said I was happy for him. Later, I opened my own application folder and felt that familiar knot on my stomach.
There were drafts I haven't submitted and rejection mails I haven't deleted and one application still marked "Under Review" after so long that I stopped checking it. I wondered whether everyone else had a clearer plan.
The uncomfortable truth is that job can celebrate about someone and still be frightened about your own future. Those feelings don't cancel each other out. They can sit together even when you wish they wouldn't.
I closed the folder and finished the assignment waiting on my desk. It wasn't the breakthrough but all I could do that day.
Have you ever be…
I wore THE dress. Not to a wedding, birthday, dinner or even a place worth mentioning. I wore it because it has been hanging for months, waiting for an occasion that never seems to arrive.
I did my hair, put on a little make up, took several photograph, disliked most of them and kept two. Then I changed into comfortable clothes and went back to my casual evening.
To be honest, I actually read a post about the situation here at horruz and maybe I think that is what pushed me to do it for me too.
Nothing about the day changed. But my mood definitely did. I felt nice for no particular reason and that was enough.
Hello guys how are you I am good hope you all are doing great. Today I want to share about my views that lie somewhere between the living and surviving.Sometimes, life becomes so busy that we forget what it actually means to live. We wake up every morning, follow the same routine, complete our responsibilities, deal with expectationsand go to bed at night, only to repeat everything the next day. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and before we realise it, another year has passed.But somewhere between all these routines, we forget ourselves.
As children, we dream of growing up because adulthood looks exciting. We imagine having freedom, earningmoney, travelling to beautiful places, and making our own decisions. However, when adulthood finally arrives, we discover that life is not as s…
" Hey are you working on Diwali?" A colleague, Neha texted me.
Neha and I worked in different teams. At first I thought she was curious about my Diwali plan but it turned out to be anything but curiosity.
"Yes I am working. I cannot take a day of because the audit is in the next week," I replied.
I was on my way to office and within a few minutes I was going to meet her. After reaching office I met Neha. She looked visibly upset.
"I am not getting a leave for Diwali. I wanted to go home. I am so upset," she said. I empathized with her. People who were staying away from Mumbai always had this issue. Not everyone could be granted with leaves for Diwali. This time it was Neha's turn.
" It is so good for you that you do not have to worry about taking leaves and celebrating the festival with …
There's a particular kind of love reserved for a shawl. Not the dramatic, grand sort of love, but the quiet kind, the kind that settles over your shoulders and says, "I've got you."
It's November now, and the cold has stopped being a rumour. Mornings bite a little (or a lot). Evenings arrive wrapped in a chill that sneaks in through our sleeves and collars. And there it is, folded in the corner of the cupboard, the shawl, patient as ever, waiting for its season to return.
It's my absolute favourite thing of this season.
I pull it out and it smells faintly of last winter. Cedar, old chai, and something I can only call home. The wool is soft in the way only well-loved things are, a little worn at the edges, a little stretched where I've clutched it close on countless cold walks to class. Not…
At dinner 🍽️, Amma served one extra portion before remembering that my brother wasn't home. She paused looked at the plate, and quietly put the food back into the vessel.
It was such a small moment that nobody commented on it. We continued talking about the price of vegetables and what needed to be bought tomorrow. But I kept thinking 🤔 about that extra serving.
When someone is partvof the everyday routine, their absence appears in the strangest places. You notice it when there is one less pair of sleepers near the door, when nobody argues over the television 📺, or when a favourite snack 🥨 stays untouched because the person who always asked for it isn't around.
I used to think 🤔 home 🏡 was the place where everyone lived. Now I think 💬 it is also the collection of little habits we build aro…
A friend told me about her first salary today. She had already planned how much to save. What to buy for her parents and which bill to pay first. She counded excited, but there was a seriousness in her voice that I hadn't expected.
I remembered how we used to imagine earning money. We talked about shopping 🛒 without checking price tags, ordering food whenever we wanted, and finally buying all the things we had saved in online carts. We rarely spoke about rent, family expenses emergency savings, or the stranger guilt of spending money on ourselves.
Growing up seems to turn every amount into a calculation. Even a small treat can come with a mental reminder of something more responsible. We could have done with that money.
I hope she buys herself something nice before the month disappears int…
I found an old chat while clearing space on my phone 📱 tonight. It was with someone. I used to tell everything to. There were blurry photos, terrible jokes, voice notes recorded while walking home, and messages that made no sense outside our little world.
I stopped scrolling when I reached the last conversation. Nothing dramatic had happened. No argument, no betrayal, no final goodbye 👋🏻, we had simply started replying later, I yen less often , until silence became normal.
For a moment, I typed , " Hey, how have you been?". I started at it, wondering whether it would feel welcome or arrive like an interruption. Then I deleted it and locked my phone 📱.
I don't know if I miss the person, the friendship, orvthe version of life when talking to them was part of every day.
Have you ever wanted …
This happened several years ago. I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. It was the day of Diwali. The alarm went off at 5 am. I heard the alarm and instantly woke up. I was happy because it was the day of Diwali. I was smiling while sitting on my bed. My mom looked at me and said, "sleep a little more. I will wake you once the milk is boiled". But I did not want to sleep. I wanted to enjoy the festive day to the fullest.
While brushing my teeth, I looked outside the window. It was still dark outside. Sun had not risen yet. I was so glad that I was awake before the sun. I was eager to see the rising sun on the day of Diwali.
I sat by the window with a cup of warm milk in my hands. It felt so good in the crisp winter air. I was the sun slowly rising. The soft and warm rays of sunlight felt like m…
A few days ago I was reminiscing my school days with a friend (I say this like im an old person but im still in college). We were talking about our school examinations, since it's exam season currently. One of the funniest papers we had was one English Langauge exam.
The topic was so absurd we could hardly believe our own teachers wrote it. It was to create an editorial fictional story for aliens to invite them to visit our solar system. We were given a list of places with a small description of each and had to make a story around one or more of these places.
I wish I made this up. It was so hilarious that I had to give my full effort.
So i wrote about Kraken Mare, a hydrocarbon lake on the surface of Titan, one of Saturn's moons. It gets its name from the Kraken, a mythological sea m…
