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…
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 …
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…
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 …
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…
I didn't get the promotion I had worked towards for months. I spent the entire journey home rehearsing how I would explain the disappointment 😥 to my family. When I opened the door 🚪, my friends were waiting with takeaway food and a handmade certificate declaring me " Employee of the Week for Surviving Absolute Nonsense". I laughed so hard that I nearly cried. They didn't tell me the rejection was a blessing or pretend it didn't matter . They simply sat with me while I complained about everything. For the first time that day. I stopped feeling like a failure. I was disappointed ☹️, but I wasn't disappointed in myself alone.
I moved into my rented room today. Forthe first hour, I enjoyed the silence, the empty shelves, and the fact that nobody would interrupt me. Then evening arrived, and I realised I had nobody to complain to about the terrible tap or the neighbour's loud television 📺.I ate dinner 🍽️ sitting on the floor and called home just to hear familiar voices,I felt embarrassed by how quickly independence had become laneliness. Still , before sleeping I placed my key on the table and looked around the little room. It was imperfect and unfamiliar, but it was mine. Tomorrow, I'll buy curtains.
I have always believed that sports were about winning, losing, competition, and proving oneself.
But somewhere along the journey, I discovered that sports teach us lessons far beyond what happens on the field.
One time, when I was participating in a race, my goal was set.
I had to win the gold.
The whistle blew and every contestant shoot ahead.
After about 100 meters of the 400 meters race, a participant fell. Everyone noticed it but ignored.
After a while something hit me and i saw myself stop and turn back and eun in the opposite direction towards this contestant. After a while, everyone on the track turned back and reached us helped the participant up and helped them woth their wound. We withdrew from the race. There were no winner. But throughout the sports meet, our example wchoed…
I attended a networking event today expecting to meet people in the field I had spent years preparing for. Instead, I ended up talking to a woman who worked in an area I had barely considered. She described her projects with such enthusiasm that I forgot to check my phone 📱. On the journey home. I kept thinking about our conversation. It was unsettling to realise that I might have been following a plan simply because I had started it early. I haven't decided to change direction, and I don't want to romanticise uncertainty. But for the first time in the months.I feel curious about what else might suit me.
I finally called my aunt after weeks of avoiding hwr following an argument. I had rehearsed an apology so many times that I expected the conversation to be perfect. Instead , we stumbled through awkward greetings before she asked whether I had eaten. I nearly laughed. We eventually discussed what had happened, and neither of us managed to explain everything properly. Still, we agreed to stop 🛑 avoiding each other, After the call, I felt relieved but not triumphant.Some misunderstandings take time to heal, and one conversation cannot erase every hurt. But at least today, silence stopped making the decisions for us.
My first 🥇 salary arrived today. I had imagined buying clothes, ordering expensive food, and finally feeling independent. Instead, I spent the evening 🌆 calculating rent, groceries, transport, and electricity before transferring some money 💰 to my parents. The remaining amount looked painfully small. I felt proud 🦚 and slightly frightened at the same time. Then Amma called to ask whether I had bought something for myself. I admitted I hadn't. She told me to get a small treat tomorrow. Somehow, that made me smile 😁. Growing up seems to involve discovering how much things coat, but I hope I never become too responsible to enjoy what I earn.
I found my January goals notebook 📓 today. Half the pages were filled with ambitious plans, colour - coded schedules, and promises to become an entirely different person. I hadn't completed most of them. Initially, I felt embarrassed, but then I noticed the things I had done without planning helped a friend through a difficult period, learned to manage my money and become more comfortable speaking up.None had appeared on my original list. I put the notebook 📒 away without making another set of resolutions. Perhaps progress isn't always the version of yourself you carefully planned. Sometimes, it's the person you become while life refuses to follow your schedule.
My results arrived today, and I didn't get the distinction everyone expected. I spent the morning 🌄 avoiding messages because I didn't want to explain my marks. My younger brother finally asked what was wrong . When I told him, he shrugged and asked whether I was free 🆓 to help him build a terrible cardboard model for school 🏫. I laughed despite myself. He didn't care about my marks, he wanted my help with a project that looked like a collapsed building 🏢. We spent the afternoon fixing it together.I realised I had made one disappointing result feel like a verdict on my entire future.
Have you ever noticed as teenagers we rebel.
Partying doing things we shouldn't in general
Yet there are two separate groups of people
One end is people looking to live up their life
Their young wanting to have fun and find themselves
They party do crazy stupid things
They have hilarious stories
Some brag about being drunk or getting into trouble
These are who I call people pleaser
They think of themselves as free spirits but they are just trying to have fun and fit in
The parallel
Are the people who do bad things like drugs to escape
They get drunk and high
They have the same crazy stories of partying
They rebel and are almost identical to the first group
Yet beneath it all is loneliness and depression
I say this because I was the second group
I was never sober from around 12 I started …
Hello guys how are you I hope you all are great I am also doing good today I am sharing you about something very deep and emotional and the title is"the loneliness behind the smile".We live in a world where everyone seems happy on the outside. Social media is full of smiling faces, beautiful pictures, celebrations and perfect moments. But have we ever wonderedwhat happens behind those smiles? Not every smile represents happiness, and not every cheerful person is free from emotional struggles.Sometimes, the people who make everyone laugh are the ones who silently fight their own battles. They listen to others, offer comfort, make jokes and try to create ahappy environment, but when it comes to expressing their own feelings, they remain silent. Not because they have nothing to say, but becau…
Hello guys how are you I am good and I hope you all are doing great today I am going to share you about my views on the famous court the art of letting go.Life teaches us many things, but one of the hardest lessons is learning to let go. Sometimes we hold on to old friendships, memories, expectations and people who are no longer part of our lives. कभी-कभी Ham Apne emotions Apne rishto per purani members per is tarah Se pakad banaa dete Hain ki hamari physical aur mental growth uski vajah se kis tarah effect ho rahi hai yah Ham kabhi dekh hi nahin paate. कभी-कभी hamen dikhai bhi deta hai ki Ham negatively effect ho rahe hain is chij se still we don't let it go. For example hamare pass mein hamara Koi bahut achcha dost tha like with you together wish your things together vikray will ask toge…
My manager asked me to take on another task today. Even though I was already behind on two others. Usually, I would have agreed immediately and complained about it later. This time, I explained that I couldn't finish everything properly by the deadline. I spent the next hour feeling guilty, convinced I had made myself look lazy. But my manager simply reassigned part of the work. Nothing terrible happened. Nobody questioned my commitment or stopped speaking to me. I went home surprised by how much energy I had wasted worrying about a consequence that never arrived. Perhaps boundaries feel frightening mainly because we practise them so rarely.
I withdrew my application for a course my family had been excited 😆 about. It was prestigious, expensive, and completely wrong for what I wanted to do. I had spent weeks convincing myself that I should be grateful for the opportunity instead of questioning it.After sending the withdrawal email.bi felt relieved for approximately five seconds before panic took over. What if I had made a terrible mistake?. What if everyone through I was ungrateful?. I still don't have all the answers.But tonight, I felt a small sense of ownership over my future, and I realised how unfamiliar that feeling had become.
My friends planned and expensive weekend outing today and I couldn't afford it after spending too much last month. I made excuses for nearly an hour before finally admitting the truth. I expected awkward silence, but one friend suggested a movie 🎥 night at home instead. Everyone agreed Without making a big deal of it.vi felt relieved and slightly foolish for having imagined the worst. I had been spending money 💰 I didn't have Because I was afraid 😳 of being the friend who couldn't keep up.Tonight , we watched a ridiculous film and ate homemade popcorn 🍿. It cost almost nothing and I enjoyed it more than some expensive outings.
Why Does “I’m Almost Ready” Mean 40 More Minutes? 😭
Some people say “I’m almost ready” when they’re literally still deciding what to wear.
The outfit isn’t picked, the hair isn’t done, and somehow they’re sitting on the bedscrolling like there’s no time limit.
Then when someone asks, “How long?” they get offended.
“Bas 5 minutes!”
Those five minutes include changing
outfits twice, searching for one missing earring, checking the mirror from every possible angle, and suddenly deciding the whole look isn’t working.
Meanwhile, the person waiting is fully
ready, shoes on, standing near the door, questioning every life decision that led to this moment.
And the best part? The one who took the longest will still say, “Why are you rushing me?”
And somehow, the person who took the longest is always the first one to complain that everyone else is ta…
Whenever I see my grandparents. I see many untold stories behind their similes. Sometimes they are hard to understand. Sometimes they feel me a body full of experience and Sometimes a little child trapped inside a old body.
Today grandchildren are not yoo connect with their grandparents because of headache schedule and routine. And i am one of them . I am a person who feel a lot bit never able to express. I never show my love to them. But show in the way of respect but both are different.
I still remember the day well when I saw tear in my grandfather eyes. They got the news that their oldest child is dead. My father big bother.
I only me and my grandfather alone at home. I see a child in their eyes. A child who only wants love and nothing else.
Its happen one and half year ago. Now th…
