Dear,
I don't know if you will ever read this. Maybe that's why I finally have the courage to write it.
I never told you that I loved you.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I was afraid that saying those three words would change everything.
You probably don't remember the little things you did. The way you noticed when I was quiet. The way you asked, “Are you okay?” even when everyone else walked past. The way one simple conversation with you could turn my worst day into something I could survive.
For you, maybe those moments were nothing.
For me, they became memories.
I started looking for you without realizing it. I started waiting for your messages, remembering your words, and smiling at things that nobody else would understand.
And somewhere between those little moments, I fell…
Every evening, Mina sat beside her hospital bed and watched her younger brother sleep. The doctors had given their family one final hope. His treatment was expensive, and their savings had already disappeared. Their father worked extra hours, while their mother quietly sold the little jewelry she owned. Mina wanted to help, but she was only nineteen. She felt helpless whenever she saw her brother connected to machines. One rainy morning, the hospital accountant called their family. Someone had paid a large part of the treatment bill. There was no name, no phone number, and no message. Only one line appeared on the receipt: “Please let him go home.” The family was shocked. They asked the hospital staff who had made the payment, but nobody knew. Days later, another payment arrived. Then anot…
Yesterday evening, I was walking home while talking to my mom on the phone.
I was so distracted by our conversation that I walked straight through the gate of a house.
I took off my shoes.
I opened the door.
I even called out, “I’m home!”
Silence.
Then a woman I had never seen in my life appeared from the kitchen and just stared at me.
I stared back.
For a solid five seconds, neither of us said anything.
Then I slowly looked around.
Wrong house.
Completely wrong house.
I apologized about seventeen times and walked out like nothing had happened.
The worst part?
The house was literally two doors away from mine.
I still avoid making eye contact with that woman.
I think we both agreed to pretend it never happened.
I am college student and i woke up in the early morning there was small baby is crying outside due to her mom was ready up his child for krishnaastami
So when I was taken that child he was stopped crying like he knows me already and that's the therapy of that day to me ☺️
I woke up live minutes before my alarm and somehow considered that a victory. The morning was already bright, my hair looked like it bad survived and argument, and I couldn't find my other sock. Instead of panicking . I laughed, grabbed another pair, and rushed towards breakfast whilebstill half asleep.
The bus was unusually crowded, but I found a tiny corner near the window. Someone was playing music softly through their earphones, a child was enthusiastically explaining something to his mother, and the conductor was arguing about change. Normally I might complain , but today everything felt oddly entertaining like free morning theatre.
At college, I remembered I had forgotten to finish something due that morning. For approximately thirty seconds. I stared at my notebook as though the mis…
IT TAKES TIME FOR EVERYTHING TO BLOOM , TRUST YOUR SEASON
We always doubt ourselves right ? Whenever something goes wrong we wonder why it's me ... Life always mock us . Everyone around us also might say , yes true she is useless. But it's not like that ..when I was just 10 years old I fell down and something weird happened to my face . Then on I feel ashamed to take even a photo but now I had far overcomed it. I'm perfectly happy The way I'm and I struggled to be the way I'm now. The same way you have your own time ,trust in yourself, you are way brighter than you think. Keep going you will bloom and your time will come....
In my life , I'm struggling more than enough , wondering why nothing goes my way. From the very beginning onwards downfall was more than my good times . But I'm here , still fighting to create my own signature, which cannot b…
I never thought someone I trusted so deeply would become the reason I start questioning my own worth.
He didn't leave all at once...he slowly changed and I learned that sometimes people you love become strangers.
I still remember the good days, but now they feel like memories of someone who doesn't exist anymore.
Some people don't break your heart with one goodbye— they break it with every little change before it.
The years of becoming.
How many of you are in your twenties and what is your experience 🤷🏻
Well for me when I entered into this phase there was a strange feeling, because I was not longer a child legally but also was not prepared for adulthood just by touching the number' 20 ' I mean really. It not a few pages chapter which by reading i would know everything No, it's not.
It is like when we meet a new person we don't suddenly identify them in just one meating instead we know them more by being with them , through our own observations, sometimes we get them sometimes we may be wrong in ident them and adulthood is same filled with unexpected, undiscoverd things.
We plan , we expect too much things to be happen with lots of uncertainty, confusion and many times we don't know what will be nex…
I have finally realised what people mean when they say " you don't choose law, law chooses you " - and as a matter of fact , law hasn't chosen me yet .
But i am stubborn enough to keep going .
Its been two months of law school and " struggling" doesn't cover even half the things that i am facing right now
All i see is deadlines
And all i see is students doing better than me , sm better . I was a straight A student in school but college makes me feel like ik absolutely nothing and everyone else in Einstein.
Ughh how will i survive 5 year of law school? Everyone is already so ahead of me.
Dear god help me .
Growing up sounded exciting when we were kids.
Nobody told us that one day, “What do you want to do?” would slowly become “What do you need to get done?”
Work. Bills. Family. Responsibilities. Deadlines. Expectations.
Somewhere between all of it, we stopped asking ourselves when was the last time we actually did something just because we wanted to.
We keep saying, “I’ll rest when things settle down.”
But there’s always another responsibility waiting.
And the saddest part?
We’re becoming so good at taking care of everything and everyone that we barely remember how to take care of ourselves.
Maybe adulthood isn’t about having no time.
Maybe it’s about realizing how easily we keep putting ourselves at the bottom of our own list.
You know that horrible little moment when you see someone across the road, they look directly at you, and they raise their hand?
So you smile.
You wave back.
Maybe you even smile a little bigger because you think, Oh, they actually noticed me.
And then they walk past you and hug the person standing behind you.
Yeah.
That happened to me.
I stood there for approximately three seconds pretending I had absolutely no idea what had just happened.
Then I suddenly became very interested in my phone.
I checked notifications.
Nothing.
I opened Instagram.
Closed it.
Checked the time.
Opened my phone again for no reason.
The person probably forgot about it within five seconds.
I didn't.
I spent the next ten minutes replaying the entire situation in my head like it was a crime investigation.
Why did …
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When I feel angry, I should take a moment to understand what caused it instead of reacting immediately. Taking deep breaths, staying silent for a while, walking away from an argument, or talking to someone calmly can help reduce anger. I belive anger should not be suppressed, but it should be expressed in a healthy and respectful way.
Sometimes people say things when they are angry that they later regret, so thinking before speaking is very important. Patience and understanding can prevent many unnecessary conflicts. By recognizing my triggers and learning to control my reaction…
Every teachera's Day. I notice how strange school memories are. I remember dusty classrooms, chalk on blackboards, noisy celling fans and teachers asking us to stop talking . Yet , years later, I remember their small sentences more clearly than entire lessons, somehow the people teachingbus became part of our lives.
Back then I rarely understood the efforts behind those ordinary days. A teacher would enter carrying notebooka, arrange papers write dates on the board and somehow handle thirty different personalities before lunch. We mostly noticed the homework.Now, I realize teaching meant showing up repeatedly, even when students were difficult.
I especially remember teachers who noticed things without making announcementa. One asked why I looked unusually quiet. Another stayed after class …
Sometimes I think creativity is the strangest thing our brains can do. You can be sitting with a half finished cup of tea, staring at a blank notebook and suddenly an idea appears from nowhere. There is no notification announcing it. It simply arrives , inconveniently , while you're supposed to be doing something important.
I used to think creatively belonged to painters, writers, musicians and people who could casually draw perfect faces without erasing anything. Then I noticed it everywhere. Someone rearranging furniture to make a tiny room feel bigger is being creative. Someone inventing a recipe from leftovers is creative too. It is much bigger.
What amazed me most is how creatively connects completely unrelated things. A song can remind you of a childhood afternoon. A conversation can…
Some mornings begin with coffee and end with another deadline. Somewhere in between, I open my phone for five minutes and accidentally spend twenty looking at memes. Honestly, I have stopped pretending this is productive. Lately I wonder whether memes are one of the few things keeping everyday life serious.
Everything feels serious now College, jobs, money, politics, climate change, family expectations, relationships and even replying to messages somehow come with pressure. Then a friend sents a stupid meme about failing at adulthood and suddenly the group chat understands the joke. Nobody solved anything, but tension becomes easier to carry.
That is what I find beautiful about memes. They turn private frustration into something shared. Someone struggling with deadlines posts a joke about …
People always say, “School days are the best days of your life.”
I wish that had been true for me.
For me, school wasn't just classrooms, uniforms, lunch breaks, and friends. It was constantly wondering whether I was good enough, worrying about what people thought of me, and learning to stay quiet even when something hurt.
There were days when I would come home and pretend everything was normal because explaining what happened felt harder than pretending it didn't matter.
I remember laughing with everyone sometimes, while secretly counting the minutes until I could go home.
The strange thing about school is that everyone remembers the fun moments—the annual days, birthdays, silly jokes, and group photos. But nobody talks about the moments that quietly change you.
I left school eventually…
He used to call me "Sunshine" with so much love....and somehow, that one word still feels like home.
We were miles apart, but every night felt close. Hours of VC, endless chats, little fights too much care and even more love. We had reached a point where no one else felt as good as each other.
We genuinely thought we'd make it—dreamed of being together, of a future that was ours.
But then caste came between us.
And just like that, the future we had imagined started slipping away.
We lost the plans, the promises, the little dreams...
but the memories stayed.
Maybe some people leave your life, but the love they gave you never really leaves. 💔
A Call I Can Never Forget
My Father worked in abroad. In 2010, When I was in 10th Standard, I Received a Phone Call that Changed my whole life.I never thought that one call would bring such a big change.
The call was from my dad's Boss. They told my mother that my dad had met with an accident and that his leg was injured.
My Father came back to India and underwent a major surgery. That was a very difficult time for our family. We sufferd a lot during those days, and that incident is something I can never forget.
That difficult time taught me the true meaning of Patience.
I got an exam today and here I'm right outside my centre taking a look around me.... The moment I saw a hibiscus plant i was like... I've gotten into the right place for exam. This is so peaceful and I love it because this peace made all my worries and overthinking fade away....
I am moving to Georgia soon for my higher studies. I was so happy after I got the admission letter from there but as the days get closer to my departure it feels weird. This was my dream to move out from my parents and try to live on my own. Being an elder child i have always been restricted from going out , meeting frds and all.. basically I didn’t have any freedom i have always did what my parents wants never i got a chance to express because even if i try to explain them it will get rejected so it was kind of waste for me to explain them. I started planning to leave this country but now as the days are coming near, I feel weird. My heart sinks idk why but it feels like I won't be able to do it, or it won't turn out the way I wished for. Whatever it is, one thing is for sure, I was so ha…
If i'd describe all the things I could do for my father,others might think I am strange or weird,"maybe a little too devoted"
they might say ,however,if they knew all the things my father had done for me,I think they'd understand the concept of unconditional love a little better.
When I feel a bit sentimental than average, I think back about all his hard work, his tears,his laugh,his distressed face,his relief face and all the plethora of face he's make just to make me giggle when I was young.
I often think about his love,it's like a vast and spacious sky,sometimes cloudy sometimes bright, I compare his face to the brightest and sunniest day for it is my favourite.
I think about his grumpy face when I told his about my crush for there is no one in the world who deserve his little princess…
I always feel segregated from all my friends as if I am world away from them and that is simply because i am not a relationship person.i never once had a boyfriend in my 23 years of life. I long to feel heartbreak, joy and co-dependency with someone like my friends but whenever I talk to someone, I feel like they lost their interest in me pretty quick ....I don't know why.i guess I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder with all the messy relationships around me...I guess they feel like I am hard to talk and i often get comments about how I should act as my gender.
I pretty broken up about that. And of course in the midst of all i realised maybe I am gay??? Lord knows i don't want to be especially because i live in such an uptight society that will never accept me as 'normal' if that is the c…
I think I'm the kind of person who notices really small changes in people
Like when someone who normally texts alot suddenly starts replying differently
When someone's "I'm fine" doesn't actually sounds fine. When someone's way of talking changes , even if they haven't said anything is wrong
Sometimes i notice things that probably aren't even meant to be noticed. A different tone , a shorter reply , someone being unusually quiet and then , unfortunately my brain decides to think about it for the next three business days😮💨
I've always been like this. I remember random things people tell me , even they probably don't remember saying them. I'll remember someone's favourite thing , something they were excited about , or some completely unnecessary detail from a conversation months agoo
I do…
At 2:17 PM, my phone was full of messages I hadn’t answered yet.
Not because I didn’t care. Not because I was ignoring anyone. I just didn’t have the energy to keep switching between work, responsibilities, conversations, and the version of myself everyone expects to see.
There were deadlines waiting, notifications popping up, and a hundred little things asking for my attention. I kept telling myself, “I’ll deal with it later.”
Later became evening.
Evening became tomorrow.
And somehow, tomorrow always brought something new.
The strange thing is, I can reply to everyone else even when I’m exhausted. I can finish tasks when I don’t feel like working. I can keep showing up when my motivation disappears.
But when it comes to checking in with myself, my message somehow stays unread.
Maybe I’ve…
It is not often that i journal about my own day. I have always been a “dear diary, I don’t know why I am such a failure…” and never a “dear diary, you won’t believe what happened today…” kind of a person. Mostly because I write more about what i feel than what brings about that feeling, which is mostly because I often want yo write about what is going wrong than what is going right.
But today, I really want to write about my day. It is not that today was perfect in any sort, it was not a day where all things just went right or a day where some miracle swept me by my feet. It was simply a day where I was content right where I was and did not seek or yearn for a yesterday or a tomorrow, or for something I have had or something I can not have. It was a day where I focused on today and the th…
I used to think liking mathematics meant enjoying calculations. Now I think I like something stranger the moment a messy problem suddenly becomes clear. There is something satisfying about sitting with a notebook, crossing out wrong answers, and finding the pattern hiding underneath, somehow, numbers somehow make confusion feel organized.
What I enjoy most is that mathematics rarely accepts "because I said so". If anything answe is correct, there is usually a reason behind it. During college problems. When everyone is complaining about assignments. I like tracing each step and seeing how one tiny decisions eventually controls the whole soultion.
Of course I have hated mathematics too. There are evenings when a single problem has occupied my notebook for forty minutes, while my calculator …
Today was one of these days where my laptop seemed offended by my existence. Emails arrived faster than I could answer them, meetings multiplied like unpaid bills, and every task became urgent at exactly the same time. By three o'clock,even opening. Excel felt like an act of emotional violence.
Then someone asked the message st beautiful question knows to office workers "coffee?" Suddenly, six exhausted adults developed the coordination of a military operation. Chairs rolled back laptops stayed unlocked, and every one escaped toward the pantry. Nobody said we needed a break. We simply understood. Honestly caffeine has its own emergency communication system.
Our coffee machine made its auspicious noiscs, sounds less like equipment and more like an old scooter refusing to start. Someone com…
Last winter, I had a particularly busy week. I had assignments to complete, classes to attend, and several small things to manage at home. I felt that I was constantly running out of time.One morning, I was getting ready in a hurry when my grandmother asked me to sit with her for a few minutes. She wanted to tell me something about an old photograph she had found.I told her, “I’ll listen later. I’m getting late.”She simply smiled and said, “Okay.”
I left without thinking much about it.That evening, when I came home, I saw the photograph lying on the table. I picked it up and asked her about it. She started telling me about the people in the picture, where it was taken, and what life was like at that time. I noticed how happy she looked while talking about it. We probably spoke for only fi…
I used to be good at things,
I used to know some people inside and out,
I used to be someone people used to look forward to,
I used to know that 'some people's' favourite colour, hobby, joke,
And now I don't.
This is going to haunt me for my whole life or till I'm alive.
Nobody really talks about the pressure of becoming someone while you’re still figuring out who you are.
Everyone asks what you’re going to do next, what you’re studying, where you’re going, what you’ll achieve, how successful you’ll become.
And sometimes I just want to say—
“I don’t know yet.”
I’m trying to make decisions with a mind that changes every other week. I’m trying to meet expectations I never agreed to. I’m trying to make my parents proud, build a future, not disappoint people, and somehow still enjoy being young.
The strange part is, from the outside, I probably look completely fine.
I attend classes. I laugh. I reply to messages. I make plans.
Nobody sees the tiny panic behind every “what if I’m not good enough?”
Maybe growing up isn’t scary because we don’t know the futu…
