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Aajcha divas nehami sarkha pn aaj navin kahi kalal. Swatavishayi jagaychi umed milali. Aayushy kiti sunder jagta yet he smjla ani aajpasun swatasathi pn thod ka hoina jgaych. Rojchi palapal dhavpal suruch rahte pn swatala visrun nahi chalnar mhanun je awdte te kra. Avdtya tikani fira, avdt te kha, avdtat tse kpde ghala.
This is an uncomfortable question because the moment you ask it someone will say that poor people deserve to have families roo. And they do.Bwinh poor does not make someone else human, less capable of love or morally unworthy of becoming a parent. But love and the right to have children are not the same thing as being ablebro provide for them. A child does notbwxperience poverty as an economic statistic. They experience it in small, humiliating ways. They experience it when they need school supplies and wait untilbthe end of the month because there is no money yet. When they stop asking for things because they already know the answer. Whenba school trip feels like a luxury When they pretend they are not hungry because there is not enough food at home. When they wear the same thing repea…
The first time I seriously through about filing an income tax return. I expected it to feel like an adult milestone. Instead, it felt like being handed a complicated form in a language I. Was technically supposed to understand but somehow didn't I know people paid taxes. I knew working adults filed. IYRs . I had heard words like PAN,, TDS, Form 16 AIS, deductions, refunds, old regime,, and new regime. But if someone had put a laptop. In front of me and said "Go ahead. File it. Yourself, "I probably would have stared at the screen and wondered when exactly I was supposed to have learned this. That is what bothered me.We spend years in school learning equations, definitions, historical dates,and formulas, but many of us enter adulthood without knowing how to read a salary slip or file a …
I don't remember the exact moment when reading became one of my favourite things. There was no particular day when I opened a book and decided it would become a permanent part of my life. It happened quietly, the way most important things do. One story became another, them another, and somewhere along the way , books stopped being something I simply read. They became somewhere I want . That is probably why I think of books as one of my best friends. A friend doesn't always have to speak back.Sometimea, it is enough that they are there when you need them. Books have been there during boring afternoons long journeys sleepless nights, and those strange periods when I wanted to disappear from my own thoughts. I could pick one up and suddenly become somewhere else a crowded city, an ancient kin…
Every morning, Ayana checked his phone before leaving home. Not for messages or social media-he was looking for one thing: a job. For months , he had applied everywhere.sum companies never replied daughter rejected him after interview. Every rejections slowly made him question himself. One evening, his mother quietly asked, "Did you find something today?" He he smiled and said,"not yet." But that night, He kept trying. The next morning,he finally received a message: "Congratulations. You're selected." It wasn't his dream job.it wasn't a huge salary. But to Ayan,it meant something much bigger - A chance to start again, support his family and believe in himself. Sometimes ,a job is not a job . It can be the first step towards changing an entire life.
There are days when I don't need advice. I don't need someone Askin me what is wrong, and I definitely don't need another motivational speech telling me that everything will eventually work out. Sometimes I just need a song loud Eno to drown out my thoughts and enough space to dance badly without anyone watching. Music has always had this strange ability to change the temperature of a room,but dancing takes it one step further. A song can sit beside you while you are sad.Dancing makes you get up and participate in whatever feeling you arebhaving . Even ig the dancing is terrible. Especially if it is terrible. I have danced in ways that would probably qualify as evidence against me in court. Completely alone, uncoordinated, with absolutely no concern for rythem. And somehow those moments ha…
The sky gets a funny color before it rains. It’s not gray, not really. It’s like a deep blue blanket is being pulled over the sun. Everything gets quiet. The birds stop singing for a minute. The wind holds its breath. I can smell it coming. It smells like dirt and wet rocks. I like that smell. It means something is about to happen. Then the first drop hits the window. Plink. Then another one. Plink. Plonk. Soon it’s a whole song on the roof. A fast song, then a slow one. I like to sit inside and watch. The world gets blurry through the glass. The streetlights look like fuzzy stars. It feels safe inside. Warm and dry while everything outside gets a big drink. The sound makes me sleepy. It’s a good sound. It’s not loud like a yell. It’s loud like a whisper that fills the whole house. It sa…
I have been trying something different lately. Instead of exercising around noon like I usually do , I started doing it around 8:00 in the morning, followed by a shower. And honestly, it has made me feel more productive than I have in days. My primary work is studying , so I always used to feel like my day had not really started until I sat down with my books, but when I exercise, shower and get ready and finally sit down by around 10, there’s this strange feeling that I have already accomplished something. It feels like I have already won the first part of my day. Getting myself to actually exercise is probably the hardest part. There are mornings when staying in bed feels infinitely easier. And then there’s the soreness afterwards, when your entire body reminds you that you exercised. Bu…
Hi, Today I am going to share a story, this was Like a period of time where I was panicking Over smallest details and was in a state of "What am I gonna do". Welcome to story of My life. This was back when I was starting my high School, a time where an individual would Experience an wonderful time of his/her Life, that's what they said I guess. It was (31 March, 2025) First day of my 12th Grade, the class started immediately after The 11th Grade practicals and it was quite An odd way of starting a new academic Year and I couldn't care much as it was Just a normal for preparation for boards Examinations. This was the part where I met a dude, who Is actually annoying but he was a new Student and the policy is that we must not Treat them badly. I only talked with him only In Cafeteria and th…
There’s a version of me that people know. She’s the one who smiles at the right time, says the right things, and never really makes things awkward. She knows how to keep conversations going, how to laugh even when she doesn’t fully feel like it, how to be “normal” in every situation. People like her. She’s easy. But she’s not all of me. There are so many moments where I stop myself mid-thought. Where I change what I was about to say because it feels like too much, or too complicated, or just… unnecessary. It’s not that I don’t have opinions or feelings. I do. A lot of them. I just don’t always feel like explaining them. And honestly, sometimes it’s easier this way. Because the second you show more of yourself, things can change. People start seeing you differently. They question you, …
Imagine walking into a doctor's clinic for something that has been bothering you for weeks. You are nervous. Maybe you have spent the previous night searching your symptoms online and convincing yourself that you have every possible disease. You sit across from the doctor hoping that they would listen. But then instead of immediately giving you and answer and diagnosing you the doctor turns to a system. They enter your symptoms into an AI system. For a mement you might wonder Wait...did I come all the way here just to be diagnosed by a machine? And honestly,that is understandable. We go to doctors not only because they have studied medicine but for also someone professional to look at us and say I understand what you are going through. Let's figure this out. There is something deepl…
There is a version of my future that I think about more often than I admit. A version where I wake up one day and realise that all the things I was once worried about no longer have the power to scare me. A version where I have achieved something I once thought was almost impossible and can finally say, “I made it.” I don’t know exactly what that future looks like yet, but I know how badly I want to reach it. I don’t just want success because of money, fame, or the approval of other people. Of course, having financial freedom and being able to give my family a comfortable life would mean a lot to me. But somewhere beyond all of that, I want the satisfaction of knowing that I didn’t give up on myself. I want to prove to myself that I was capable of more than I thought. Sometimes I look at …
He was not just a young hunk. He was a season in our Botany Department, in entire Rajendra College. He was in final year M.Sc. and I had just entered B. Sc. 1st year. 17 years old new in that campus, still asking where Chem - Lab is? On a winter college picnic, contineous accidents forced me to know his name, because he had smashed my right leg uncountable of times, unknowingly. After the 8th time he said, "Sorry dear, I have smashed your leg many times I think, but unknowingly." He was managing the whole picnic as Departmental Secretary. He told me, Keep my leg inwards, towards the seat. I tried to secure my leg, but even after 10/12 times I got hurt again. Was his boot lukey to hurt my heeled leg? I came to know he is the topmost guy in the department. Then to whom would I complain …
There are some days when nothing particularly bad happens, but everything still feels like too much. That was the kind of day I had recently. I woke up normally, followed my usual routine, and there was no big problem waiting for me. Still, as the day continued, I started feeling irritated by the smallest things. At first, I did not understand why. Someone talking loudly felt annoying. Notifications on my phone felt louder than usual. Even when people were simply having a normal conversation around me, I felt like there was too much happening at the same time. I just wanted everything to become quiet for a few minutes. The strange part was that nobody was actually doing anything wrong. People were talking, laughing, calling each other, and going about their normal day. The problem was prob…
I did not realize my phone battery was low until I was already outside. I checked my phone, saw that it was on a very low percentage, and immediately remembered that I had forgotten to charge it the night before. At first, I was not too worried. I thought I would be home soon enough. But as the battery continued to drop, I started checking it much more often. It is strange how attached we have become to a small battery percentage. When my phone was on 10%, I started acting as if every minute was important. I closed all the unnecessary apps, stopped watching videos, and reduced the brightness. I kept telling myself that I would only use my phone when I really needed to. Of course, I still checked it every few minutes. At 5%, I became even more careful. Suddenly, my phone felt extremely impo…
Most days follow almost the same pattern. I wake up, check my phone, get ready, eat something, and continue with whatever I have planned for the day. The details may change, but the basic routine usually remains the same. I never really think about it because routines become automatic after a while. Recently, I made a small change to mine without planning to. Normally, I do certain things in a particular order. I like knowing what comes next because it makes the day feel organised. But that morning, my usual routine was interrupted, so I had to do things differently. At first, I found it slightly annoying. I had expected the day to go in a certain way, and suddenly I had to adjust. It was not a major problem, but I still felt like something was wrong because I was not following my normal s…
I was looking through my phone for a completely different reason when I found the photo. I was trying to find something recent, so I kept scrolling through my gallery without paying much attention. Then, suddenly, I saw a picture that I had completely forgotten about. For a moment, I just stared at it. The photo was not particularly special. It was just an ordinary picture from an ordinary day. But the moment I saw it, I remembered everything around it. I remembered where I was, what had happened that day, and even some of the things that were going on in my life at that time. It is strange how a single picture can bring back so much. When the photo was taken, I probably did not think that I would look at it years later and feel emotional. At that time, it was probably just another picture…
Most of the time, I like knowing where I am going and what I am supposed to do. I do not need every minute of my day to be planned, but I usually have some idea. If I am going out, I know where I am going. If I am meeting someone, I know the plan. But recently, I went out without really knowing what I was going to do, and it was actually more enjoyable than I expected. It started very normally. I was at home and feeling a little bored. I did not want to sit in my room for the whole day, but I also did not have any specific place I wanted to visit. I kept thinking about where I should go, but nothing seemed interesting enough to make an actual plan. So, after spending more time thinking about it than necessary, I decided to simply leave. I got ready, took my phone and my bag, and went outsi…
There are some conversations that end, but somehow they do not really leave your mind. You go home, continue with your normal routine, talk to other people, and do completely unrelated things, but certain parts of that conversation keep coming back to you. That happened to me recently. It was not a serious conversation. Nothing dramatic happened, and we were not talking about anything extremely important. In fact, if someone had asked me what we talked about, I probably would not have been able to explain why it stayed with me so much. Maybe it was the way the person said something. Maybe it was a particular sentence. Or maybe I was already thinking about the same thing, and hearing someone else talk about it made me look at it differently. Whatever the reason was, I kept thinking about it…
Sometimes I do not realise how tired I am until I suddenly do not want to talk to anyone. It is not because I am angry with someone or because something terrible has happened. I simply reach a point where I feel like I have listened to enough conversations, answered enough messages, and spent enough time around people. All I want is to be alone for a while. That happened to me recently. The day had not been particularly bad. I had done my normal things, talked to people, checked my phone, and dealt with everything I needed to do. But by the end of the day, I felt like my mind had become too full. Every small thing started feeling slightly irritating. I did not want to explain how I was feeling because I did not even know myself. I just needed quiet. At first, I felt a little guilty about i…
I honestly do not understand how choosing an outfit can take more time than getting ready. Sometimes I have a clear idea of what I want to wear, and everything works out easily. But on other days, I can stand in front of my cupboard for what feels like forever and still decide that I have absolutely nothing to wear. The funny thing is that this is never actually true. My cupboard is full of clothes. I have T-shirts, jeans, dresses, shirts, and so many things that I have probably forgotten about. But somehow, on the days when I really need to decide quickly, none of them look right. I started with one outfit that looked good in my head. I wore it and immediately decided I did not like it. Then I changed into another one, but suddenly I did not like the way the jeans looked. After that, I …
Today, again someone tried to shrink my dream as always. That was my cousin's dream weddjng. The smell of turmeric, the sound of shehnai and all the relatives with a uniform verse, " Beta, what are you doing now a days? " I said, " I write, I want to be a writer. " After a couple minutes of silence, an aunty said, " Oh beta, look for a govt. job. You can't fill your stomach with writing. " Uncle added, " who became a writer from odisha and got famous at least in India? Go to Mumbai or Delhi then you can discover your position." I smiled, Held my teacup tighter to let it not shake. You know Diary, according to the National Book Trust, over 90,000 new books are published in India every year. But 80% of those authors are from metro cities. Voices from Tier -2 and Tier -3 town rearly make…
Sometimes, completely out of nowhere, a thought enters my mind that I immediately wish I could take back.What if one day I have to live in a world without my mother? I don’t like thinking about it.There is something about the thought of losing your mother that feels different from every other kind of fear. Maybe because, for so many of us, our mothers are not just people we love. They are woven into the background of our everyday lives so deeply that we don’t even notice how much of our world is built around them.Her voice calling from another room The questions she asks even when you have already answered them.The food she makes without being asked.The random reminders to carry a jacket, drink water, eat something, or call when you reach somewhere.The little arguments that seem so irritat…
Sometimes, life feels like a race that everyone forgot to tell you about. You open your phone and see someone getting into their dream college. Someone else got an internship. Someone is travelling.Someone is celebrating an achievement. Someone seems to have their entire future planned out. And then you look at your own life and think, “What am I even doing?” It’s such a strange feeling because nobody is actually telling you that you’re behind. The pressure mostly comes from your own head. You start comparing your chapter one to someone else’s chapter ten. You wonder why you haven’t achieved as much as people your age. You start questioning your choices. You wonder if you’re wasting time.You wonder if you’re supposed to have everything figured out already. But the truth is, most people do…
I understand the importance of patience in a park today. Although it happened through a scene so ordinary that I almost walked past it without noticing. I was sitting on a bench , half distracted by my phone.. when I noticed an old man trying to teach a little boy how to ride a bicycle. The boy was probably six or seven. He had a bright red bicycle with training wheels removed, and he looked absolutely determined to prove that he could ride it. The old man stood behind him, holding the back of the seat while the boy pushed the pedals as quickly as he could. For the first few attempts , the boy kept falling. Every time the bicycle tilted, he immediately put his feet on the ground. Once, he become frustrated and threw the bicycle onto the grass. "I can't do it. " he said, almost angrily. I e…
I looked at the mirror and I saw a girl wearing a huge bandaid . I stared at it so long that the girl's face started to become blurry and the bandaid was the only thing that I kept seeing clearly. Curiosity strikes , what is the wound behind the bandaid , is it healed yet , so I kept on checking it again and again and something in me felt alive when I see that it was still there the wound fresh as new. Even when it tried to be better i just picked it out of habit , I couldn't let it go ,not without a scar. The bandaid I need it , a soldier without a battle scar may not be a warrior or a hero to others. So I fed that fire that once kept me warm knowing it was now burning everything that was once mine, I fed it with memories, hurt , anger . But where's that girl wearing the bandaid , she was…
For long time I thought happiness and peace were the samething. If I had what I wanted, felt supported and didn't have to worry much about tomorrow. I believed I was happy and therefore peaceful. But sometimes, while receiving something I wanted, a quiet thought would appear : I have this, but I haven't earned it myself. I ignored that thought many times. After all,there was nothing wrong with receiving support.Yet somewhere slowly ,limiting my sense of freedom.The person supporting me had their own responsibilities and limitations.I began to understand that depending completely on someone else's ability to provide for me could give me temporary comfort, but it could not give me certainty about my future. Gradually my study pushed me to spend more time in silence and self.Away from the noi…
My Vivo Y32 alarmed me and I woke up with a feeling of drained, I felt broken even after 7 hours of sleep. I had skipped my dinner yesterday night and was scrolling my phone till 2 am.Honestly, I felt guilty. Suddenly, my monkey brain decided to be rocky. I decided to change one small thing today. I drank 2 glasess of water first things in the morning and had an apple with peanut butter and became busy on my wellness programs. After a long morning, means at 12 am, I felt lighter even after busy schedule.I can't express that feelings.It was possible only for giving priority to myself.Only experienced can feel. It reminded me that energy is not about a big changes. It' s about a tiny habit done daily with a self-cared heart. I want to learn to listen to my most dearest friend "my …
I am 23 years old. I have recently completed my masters and now i am looking for a job so currently I am unemployed and it's always the same routine, wake up in the morning do some chores, eat, sleep, apply for jobs. Days are passing so quickly without even realising that a month has been passed. One day I was just sitting and doing nothing, a thought crossed my mind that soon this year will be over and it will be my birthday in a few months and I will be 24 years old. I can't explain that feeling in words. I wasn't excited for the future, I was sad and afraid. What if I can't achieve the things that I have always wanted. I went to a boarding school when I was 11 years old and since then I have been living away from my parents and doing everything on my own. I don't share anything with my …
When you love someone secretly, then these things and these feelings are not known to anyone else except both of you and if you fall in love at the wrong time with the right person then that's it. You can neither end this love nor your guilt nor your responsibility, it'll cost you an arm and a leg. And I know that our love is neither attraction nor attachment nor physical, it is infinite and I also know that I have also met him at the wrong time, both of us are committed to someone else but Our love is not physical but from the heart and true. Love is something that happens unplanned, anywhere, and with anyone. And we fall into it unintentionally. If it happens to the right person, for those who keeps their feelings under wraps are the most genuine, soft hearted and lovely person.…