Four of us live in a third-floor apartment. Lately, it has also become home to four pigeons who have moved in uninvited.
Their constant noise and mess often test our patience. Many times, we have wanted to chase them away for good. But every single time we decide to do so, we stop ourselves.
We know a secret: tucked away in a small nest is a single egg, waiting to hatch into a fifth pigeon.
Knowing that a tiny new life is on its way, we swallow our frustration and choose mercy over convenience. We gladly share our space, quietly waiting for that small miracle to arrive.
There was once a person who had a collection,
not of things,
but of goodbyes.
Movie tickets from an old friend who moved away. A dried flower from somebody who had given it to them long ago. A photograph with a person whose name they hadn’t uttered in years. A receipt from the café where two people had promised to come back again, even though neither of them did.
Their room became a museum of the people who had once been in their life but were no longer there.
Whenever someone had left, they would keep something of theirs, so the parting would not feel as though it truly was. Something to hold on to, so the space between them would not feel as vast. As long as they had something to remember them by, perhaps it would signify that person had not, in fact, completely vanished from existence.
…
I noticed how children I became around the people I'm completely comfortable with. Today we were sitting together, supposedly having a serious conversation, but within minutes someone made a stupid joke, another person started limitating our professor and suddenly we were laughing so loudly that everyone nearby stared at us.
When I love is how effortlessly that version of me appears. I don't worry about looking mature saying the perfect thing, or behaving properly. I can be annoying dramatic, silly and completely ridiculous without feeling embarrassed. Maybe comfort isn't always quiet and peaceful. Sometimes it is having people who make you comfortable enough to be completely
Sometimes loosing a friend hurts more than any relationship.
Not cause something traumatic happened. There was no fight , no arguments and no final words .Sometimes a friendship simply becomes one sided until one person gets tired knowvking on the door that’s no longer being opened .
I once believed that the fiends we make during the most important years of our lives will remain with us forever . we share classrooms ,secrets ,silly jokes,difficult exams ,birthdays and countless ordinary moments that don’t feel important until they become memories .
Then life happens .
People get jobs , move to better places , meet new people and become busy .At first you understand you make calls . Then other . you forgive the cancelled plans and unanswered texts .You tell yourself maybe they’re busy .
Bu…
If someone suddenly gave me the option to go back and live one completely ordinary day from my past, I don't think I'd choose my birthday, a big celebration, or even the happiest day I can remember.
I'd probably choose one of those normal days that didn't feel special at that time.
Maybe a random summer afternoon when everyone was at home. The TV was playing something in the background, someone was complaining about the heat, and there was absolutely nothing important happening. Or maybe one of those school days when the only thing I was worried about was finishing my homework before going to sleep.
It's funny how we don't realise we're living a memory while it's happening.
At that moment, we're just thinking about tomorrow.
"Kal kya karna hai?"
"Homework kab complete hoga?"
"Weekend kab a…
I found an old train ticket inside a book today. The date was from five years ago and I immediately remembered the journey the noisy platform paper cup of tea a stranger sleeping against the window and my ridiculous excitement about going somewhere alone.
What surprised me was the destination.
I don't remember every going there.
I checked the ticket again. Same name same date, same station.
Maybe I went and simply forgot. Maybe it belonged to someone else. Eithervway I spent evening wondering about the person who held this ticket and what happened after they boarded than train.
Recently, i admitted in a college I was not aware about the timetable and other schedule of my college. As soon as i was added in the college's official group, firstly i texted those of my batchmates whose DP was visible i messaged the first person but she didn't reply then i messaged another girl she didn't reply too. Then i texted some random person of the college group whose DP wasn't visible even then that random person didn't reply to me.I was upset about the attitude of my batchmates I was thinking which kind of people they are, replying someone hardly takes 1-2 min but these people are so reckless. However, I was desperate about the ongoing classes schedule hence, i texted 4th one with the God grace that person finally replied then i took a sigh of relief atleast someone is there a…
Have you ever noticed how we all have a favourite version of almost everything?
A favourite pen that somehow writes better than every other pen. A specific cup that makes chai taste better for absolutely no logical reason. One particular side of the bed that feels more comfortable. A song that you listen to a hundred times without getting bored.
And the funny thing is, most of the time, our favourites aren't even objectively better.
There are probably ten other pens sitting somewhere in the house, but somehow you still search for that one.
Maybe it's not really about the object.
Maybe it's about the tiny feeling attached to it.
I have this habit of getting weirdly attached to random things, not expensive things, not necessarily beautiful things either. Sometimes it's something completely …
There is a strange kind of loneliness that doesn’t look like loneliness at all.You can be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone.
You can sit with your friends, laugh at their jokes, participate in conversations and even take pictures together, yet something inside you can still feel strangely empty.
And perhaps that is the hardest kind of loneliness—the kind nobody notices.We have become incredibly good at hiding it.We reply to messages with “haha,” even when we don’t feel like talking.
We say “I’m fine” because explaining what is actually wrong feels exhausting.We keep ourselves busy because silence gives our thoughts too much room.
Sometimes, we open social media not because we have anything interesting to see, but because we don’t want to feel alone with ourselves.
We scr…
Our neighbor and I never really talked.
But every evening, we were both on our balconies.
Me with tea.
Her with a book.
We didn't know each other's names.
Months passed.
Then one evening, her balcony was empty.
The next day, empty again.
A week later, someone told me her family had moved away.
I never even knew her name.
But for some reason, the next evening, I still went to the balcony at the same time.
Habit, I guess.
I looked at the empty balcony.
And smiled.
It's strange how someone can become part of your daily life...
without ever becoming part of your conversation.
What is the most difficult thing is to be clueless in your life .clueless about what to do or what is the purpose of your life or what you desire to do . All are you doing is just living or surviving while others are way ahead of you And some of us what they want to do in their life but they are so drained that they don’t do any efforts or make things work for them .
Life feels good when you have a purpose in life when you know what you want to do in your life what is your goal but it’s difficult when you don’t know what to do with your life
You ll be left behind while others move and achieve something in their lives
Life feels heavy and ll be difficult to see how others are ahead of you and you are just keep going surviving not living this beautiful life given by god
Why we are born whe…
The newest exaggerated things in corporate world is depression , people are becoming more vulnerable towards their work. Stress , anxiety and peer pressure growing competition predisposes people towards psychiatric illnessess and the pressure to survive in this developing country is one of leading cause . Awareness regarding this has be done .
She accidentally sent him a screenshot of their old conversation.
He replied:
“Why are you looking at this?”
She said, “I was cleaning my gallery.”
He laughed.
“Still thinking about me?”
“No.”
“Then why keep the screenshot?”
She didn't answer.
Because the screenshot wasn't from their conversation.
It was from the day he told her he was proud of her.
That was the one sentence she had never heard from anyone else.
She deleted the screenshot that night.
Not because she stopped caring.
Because she finally realized she didn't need someone else's words to believe in herself.
She sent:
“Are you awake?”
Seen.
No reply.
She sent another:
“I really need someone to talk to.”
Seen.
Still nothing.
She put her phone down and cried herself to sleep.
At 2:13 AM, her phone vibrated.
A message:
“Sorry. I didn't know what to say.”
She stared at it.
Then typed:
“You could've just said, ‘I'm here.’”
Three dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
No reply.
Sometimes people don't leave your life dramatically.
Sometimes they just slowly stop knowing how to stay.
Every Sunday, an elderly woman went to the railway station with an empty notebook.
She never bought a ticket.
She never boarded a train.
She simply sat on Bench 17 and wrote.
Nobody knew what she was writing.
For years, the tea seller had watched her arrive at exactly 5:40 p.m.
She would sit quietly, listen to the announcements, watch people hug each other, and fill one page before leaving.
One evening, curiosity finally won.
“Amma, what do you write every Sunday?”
She closed the notebook.
“Goodbyes.”
The tea seller laughed.
“Why would anyone collect goodbyes?”
She looked at the crowded platform.
“Because people remember the person leaving. Nobody remembers the words they said.”
He didn't understand.
She opened the notebook.
There were hundreds of pages.
Each page had a date.
A train numbe…
Every evening at exactly 7:15, an old man came into the little bakery near the bus stand.
He always bought the cheapest thing on the shelf.
One bun.
Not two. Not tea. Just one bun.
The girl working at the counter had noticed him from the first week she started working there. He was quiet, thin, and always carried the same brown cloth bag.
One rainy evening, she finally asked,
“Uncle, you come here every day. Is the bun enough for dinner?”
He smiled.
“It is enough for me.”
She wanted to ask more, but a customer walked in.
The next evening, he came again.
7:15.
One bun.
The girl secretly began adding a small packet of biscuits to his bag.
The old man noticed.
“You made a mistake,” he said.
“No. The bakery gives offers to regular customers.”
He looked at her for a few seconds.
Then he smiled.…
I never really understood people who said cats are "just pets"
Because if you have a cat, you already know that's not how it works.
You don't own a cat. The cat simply decides that you are useful enough to live in the same house.
One minute they're sleeping peacefully somewhere, looking completely innocent, and the next minute they are staring at you like you've personally dissappointed them.
And somehow, they have the funniest little habits.
Mine can ignore me for hours, but the second i sit somewhere comfortably, suddenly that's the exact place they want to be. I'll move a little so they have space, and they'll still somehow choose the smallest possible corner right next to me.
Then there are those random 3AM moments when they suddenly have enough energy to run around the entire house l…
The hospital cafeteria opened at 6 a.m.
By 6:05, the same young woman was already sitting at the corner table.
She came every morning.
She ordered one tea.
Nothing else.
The cafeteria worker eventually asked her,
“Are you waiting for someone?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“My brother.”
“But I never see him.”
“He doesn't come here anymore.”
The worker didn't understand.
She smiled.
“He loved hospital tea.”
That became their routine.
Every morning, one tea.
Every morning, the same table.
One day, the woman didn't come.
Neither the next day nor the next.
After a week, the cafeteria worker noticed something strange.
Someone had written a name on the wall near the corner table.
ARUN
He asked the hospital security guard about it.
The guard sighed.
“Her brother was a patient here.”
“Was?”
“He died six months ag…
He was always the funniest person in the group.
Whenever everyone was sad, he made them laugh.
Whenever someone cried, he made a stupid joke.
One day, someone asked him,
“Why are you always joking?”
He smiled.
“Because if I stop making everyone laugh, someone might notice that I'm not okay.”
Everyone laughed.
He laughed too.
Nobody asked again.
That was the funniest joke he had ever told.
And the saddest one.
from "I'm hurting about the past" to "i need to handle this moment".
Yesterday i met with an accident way back to home from fun day outing with my cousin nd sis ,it wasn't so intense nd none of us got much hurt ,but since that was sudden, my mind was blank for a moment , i felt a little dizziness but next moment we were laughing the nervous laugh.. can say .
And it made me realize one thing for sure....
"A small pain brought me back to the present..where I could still get hurt and be okay..nd for once, the past wasn’t the whole world of mine... "
.maybe that was all it took.
For so long i was hurting about the past..
I had let go of the ppl..
..already forgiven them..
but the pain was still there.. hurting me...i was still somehow ..living in the memories...
Nd yesterday for a moment, i had something else to hold.. A pain...
A sudden scare.. the phys…
There was always one extra chair in our classroom.
Nobody liked sitting there because it was slightly broken.
One day, our friend was late.
Someone jokingly said,
“Save his royal chair.”
So we put his bag on it.
He arrived ten minutes later, looked at the chair and said,
“Finally. Someone respects me.”
From that day, it became his permanent seat.
Even after he transferred to another college, nobody sat there.
Not because we were sad.
It just felt strange.
One afternoon, a new student sat down
Everyone looked at each other.
Then someone quietly said,
“Move your bag. That's his seat.”
We laughed.
The new student asked,
“Whose?”
Nobody answered.
Some friendships don't disappear when people leave.
They just become inside jokes nobody else understands.
Mall Road Early Morning
* When I was learning scooty, my cousin told me "subah 5:30 baje chal, Mall Road khali hota hai, police bhi nahi hoti." I woke up at 5:15 in December. It was freezing, my nose was running inside the helmet. We went to Mall Road. It was empty, just a few dogs and newspaper wale. I was riding slowly, feeling like a pro. Then near Scandal Point, I had to take a U-turn. I forgot to put my leg down properly and the scooty just... fell.
Slowly. Like in slow motion. Me and the scooty both on the ground. No speed, no injury, just pure embarrassment. My cousin didn't even help at first. He was laughing so hard. Then one old uncle who was walking his dog came and helped me lift it. He said "beta aaram se, yahan ice hota hai." My jacket got all dirty on the side. I rode back …
Every day, he sat in the same café at 5 PM.
One chair was always empty beside him.
The waiter once asked, “Waiting for someone?”
He smiled. “No. Just keeping the seat reserved.”
“Reserved for who?”
He looked at the empty chair.
“My old self.”
The waiter laughed, thinking it was a joke.
But the truth was, three years ago, he used to sit there with his best friend, making stupid plans about the future.
His friend left the city.
They slowly stopped talking.
And somehow, without noticing, he became a completely different person.
That evening, he finally stood up and left the chair empty.
Not because someone was coming.
But because he had finally decided to move on.
My mother sent me to get curd. She said "400 gram dahi le aa, aur haan, wala wala shop se mat lana, uske paas khatta hota hai." I went to the shop near our house in Shimla. I completely forgot which shop she told me NOT to go to. So I stood there for 2 minutes in front of two shops, trying to remember. I called her. She didn't pick up. I just guessed and took it from the first shop. I came home, gave it to her. She looked at the packet and said "Ye toh maine mana kiya tha na." She still used it. For the whole dinner she was like "dekh khatta hai na, bol rahi thi mai." It wasn't even that sour. But I just kept eating quietly
Now this one of my all time fav sit-com! Can’t argue!!☺️🙈🙈
Anytime I feel low and wanna watch something to make myself feel revoked again this is it!!!
The name “MODERN FAMILY “ Is completely in it!! It shows how unique bonds can be built, the forgiving nature between and among the families to whatever happens. There are many things we can incorporate into ourselves from family sit-com like this!!
It feels so homely, so fresh, so happy and yeah mostly motivates me to get up and do what I plan to have a happy healthy life like them! 🙈☺️
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I love every plot around them, their adoption, their love, care!! and mostly the funny nature they have😂
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It’s been exactly ten years since my controlling,…
It’s been exactly ten years since my controlling, abusive ex-fiancé sold my favorite guitar which cost almost $2,000 and took me ages to save for. He sold iton the day I broke up with him. When I went to pick up my belongings, he was proud that he had sold it to a local pawnshop. Luckily, I managed to trackdown the guy who bought it from the pawnshop. The guy was really sweet and gave it back to me for free, on the condition that I join him on his front
Bappa has arrived among us and it's reminds me always that being devotional isn't a blind faith, it's about having faith on a Power, that straightens out every adversity. There is something, which draws us close to the supreme power- the ultimate source of the energy, keeping the world in motion. It gives us the hope that everything will be alright even difficulties come to our way. I always feel his presence, whenever I need his support even without asking for. He is the power, which always encourages me to moving ahead in my life, as he is always saying that don't worry, you keep climbing, I will hold you if you fall.
How AI Saved My Marketing ExamLast semester, I was preparing for my Principles of Marketing exam. My syllabus was from that thick textbook, Page 114 to 142. Topics like Levels of Segmentation, Basis of Segmentation, and Difference between Segmentation, Targeting and Positioning.
Honestly, I was stuck. The book language was very tough. Sentences like "grouping heterogeneous market into homogeneous segments" made no sense to me. I would read the same line three times and still not understand it.It was just two days before my exam. I was sitting in my hostel room in Baddi, feeling very stressed and panicked. I had so many pages left and my notes were incomplete.My friend told me, "Just try Meta AI. Take a photo of your book."
I thought it would not work because my photos were blurry and my ha…
There was a time when I constantly complained that I did not have enough time.
wanted to study more, exercise regularly, learn new things, and work toward my goals, but whenever I looked at my schedule, everything seemed impossible. I kept waiting for a day when I would have several free hours.That day never came.
One evening, I decided to try something different. I made a simple promise to myself: I would spend just five minutes doing one thing that was important to me.
The next morning, I studied for five minutes.The following day, I did it again. Sometimes those five minutes became fifteen or twenty. On other days, I stopped after five because I was genuinely busy.At first, it felt almost pointless. Five minutes seemed too little to make any real difference.But after a few weeks, I noti…
There is a very specific kind of childhood that comes with being middle class.You grow up knowing the difference between wanting something and needing something.
You learn that “we’ll see” usually means “not right now.”You learn to look at the price before looking at the product.
You learn that your parents can somehow afford your school fees, your books, your uniform, your birthday cake, and every unexpected expense—but somehow never seem to have enough money left for themselves.And perhaps the strangest part is that nobody teaches you these things.
You simply grow up understanding them.Middle-class children become experts at reading faces.You know when your mother is calculating expenses in her head.
You know when your father has had a difficult day, even when he says, “Nothing happened.…
