I was very happy like a child who was crying just before an hour and now she is laughing with joy because she gets some chocolate. No matter what was the reason behind her cry an hour before.
Next morning I woke up at regular time but having severe headache. I tried to tell my husband about my headache, but he was more concerned about his office meeting and after then party which was to be held in the office. I was instructed to ready a dashing blazer, which one ge wanted to wear for today's event.
Oops.. but that blazer isn't at home. I gave it to the laundry last week and forgot to pick it up from there. Again I disappointed him. He just told me regular words like lazy, worthless and much more but I don't remember.
He left for office in anger without having breakfast. And I forgot my …
I love the night
Perhaps it is the silence
Aur the darkness aur the quiet and the peace you have with yourself the way where you can express who you truly are what usually feel aur perhaps it is the UN masking quality of silent where you think where you can be the twist self where you can be the what you wish to be where you can plan for the day ahead with the things that you lost before you can contemplate the day that have gone by and think from a perspective not your own I love the night because it gives me the clarity The silence and the time to do wh the day do the day is beautiful and brilliant in itself it is filled with activity movement and the rushing of life the night is where the silence rainy darkness clothes your thoughts the you can express what you want be what you are wi…
Mira did not sleep.She sat on the floor of her old bedroom until dawn, with her back pressed against the locked door and the photograph lying face-down beside her.
She had not gone back downstairs.She had not looked toward the blue room again.Most importantly, she had not looked at the staircase.
Because every few minutes, she heard footsteps.Slow footsteps.One floorboard at a time.They would begin somewhere near the blue room.
Then they would stop.Sometimes directly outside her bedroom.Sometimes halfway down the stairs.Once, they stopped right beside her.
Mira held her breath.Nothing happened.Then she heard a soft scratching sound against the other side of the door.Three scratches.
Pause.Three more.She remembered doing that when she was little.It had been a game between her and Maya.Three…
The first time Mira saw the light in the upstairs window, she thought it was a reflection.She was standing in the middle of the road, holding a suitcase with one broken wheel, staring at the house she had promised herself she would never return to.It was 3:17 in the morning.The village was silent.
Not peacefully silent.The kind of silent that made every small sound feel deliberate.
A dog barked somewhere beyond the fields. A loose piece of tin tapped against a roof in the distance. The wind moved through the pine
trees behind the house, making them whisper against one another.Mira tightened her grip around the suitcase handle.
Then she looked up.There it was.A faint yellow light glowing behind the curtains of the second-floor window.
She stopped breathing for a second.The window belonged …
What if the most jubilant person you know is just a phenomenal actor? That sounds ridiculous and ludicrous, right? Well, bear with me. For me, think of the funniest friend in your friend group, he/she might be the goofiest and the coolest person of the group but they might be hiding their agonising despondency under their euphoric laughter.
They’re always the ones ready to provide a comfortable cushion to others while trying to pass nights on the bed of endless needles in form of catastrophes. This is what we call High-Functioning Depression. The person might look like absolutely auspicious and elated with his life because of their external presence but deep inside they carry an invisible burden of making everybody laugh and smile.
They wake up every morning with the motive of wearing th…
“When documenting life becomes more important than living it” this phrase really made me think how social media is shaping our reality and way of experiencing things .
Today everyone is in race of show casing that their life is better than others, they are more happy then others.
Every where we go the first ritual we do is taking' snaps ' , clicking pictures making videos.
"Our life has become content"
We are too busy in taking pictures, editing, and making captions.
In taking one good and asthetic picture we waste our too much time without realising how much we miss the special moments.
We say that we are capturing moments so that we can witness it later inour gallery but my question is really? Do we really enjoy those moments which we captured. We should consider it that really we are m…
A couple of days ago I watch a video on YouTube. The creators call themselves as The Grim Network. The videos are fairly simple. Two people converse with each other on various topics. In the videos they often speak about family and spirituality. Inspired from there videos I decided to implement some of these learnings in my daily life to strengthen the family. Here I would like to share some of the easy rituals which will connect us with our family in a better way.
First ritual that I restarted was the 'device free meal time'. I deliberately mentioned restarted because this did not exist in my childhood. When I was a child that time it was completely forbidden to do anything during the meal time except for having the meal. Conversations were allowed but during the meal it was forbidden t…
Lavanya is a cheerful young girl who has just completed her intermediate education and is preparing to join college for the first time.
After the counselling process,she is excited and nervous about starting her degree journey.
On her first college day, her loving mother encourages her to hurry and reminds her to do well. Lavanya shares a special bond with her mother, who has raised her as a single parent. Her brother also teases her for being slow but motivates her to go to college.
With her family's blessings, lavanya leaves home for her first day of college, unaware that this new beginning is about to change her life forever.
And somewhere in that college............
HER DESTINED LOVE IS WAITING FOR HER
This is the starting story line up actually this story was writte…
I was in an operational meeting. I was serving as a domain expert in that meeting. Other attendees in the meeting were people from management and higher up, who had no domain knowledge. The topic of discussion was how to respond to the escalation received from the client and which action should be proposed as a preventive action.
The project manager asked, " do we have anybody who has resigned? "
" Yes we have two associates and 3 quality reviews who have resigned," thr team manager responded.
" Fantastic that is our solution. Let's inform the client that because of these five people the quality had dipped. As a preventive measure we are removing these five people from the project. There is no need for any further action. We will off board them and we will ask them for their early releas…
Every morning, Arjun placed his degree certificates beside newspapers. The certificates proved his qualification; the newspapers decided whether hope would arrive that day again there. He had studied for years, believing education would eventually bring a stable job. Now his biggest daily task was waiting for the next vacancy notice. His room had become a strange workplace without employment: books on the bed, notes on the wall, examination dates circled repeatedly, and silence everywhere around. He was not lazy, and he was not unwilling to work. He simply belonged to a generation where finding an opportunity had become incredibly difficult. Outside his window, Bengal continued moving. Buses carried workers, shops opened, trains departed, while young people like Arjun watched their futures…
One of the realisations I wish I knew before was that no matter what you do during the day with other people like hang out with them, eat with them, talk to them, listen to them, literally anything.. at the end of the day it's always you, I will say this again, YOU!!! are the one who can make your dreams come true, YOU!!! are the one who needs to work hard, work smart to achieve what you deserve. YOU!!! are the one who needs to make the decisions for yourself.
I wish someone had told me to become a little selfish earlier. I used to think about others feelings getting hurt but never thought of my feelings getting hurt. It made sense, when I finally realised that I can never make someone happy when I am not happy myself. We can't share something that we don't own. "We can't share empty wra…
My husband asked me to pick his shoes from the outside while he was getting ready for office. I was making him breakfast and was drench in sweat, but I rushed to the lobby to follow my husband's order. Then he yelled me to not bringing the socks along with. Again I ran to the cupboard to grab the stuff.
After following the orders, doesn't matter how I was treated, I felt happiness to fulfill his orders as any obeying wife could do. And it's keep going since eighteen years of marriage.
He left for office and I received a call from him at the lunch time. He was shouting on the phone in front of his colleagues for putting so much oil to make the lunch, and it was so tasteless. I apologized even without complaining for his behaviour, as I am here always for accepting it. Because I am his wife…
When a girl grow destiny already planned for her ..
Ab vo dheere dheere badi hoti hai pdhayi ka pressure..uske bad job ke liye bhagti hai uske bad job lagne ke bad finally she was happy but unfortunately uske ghrwale bolte hai ki beta shaddi krlo ab Varna Umar nikal jaygi
Mai bolti hu ky hai Umar jo ye bar bar muje mere khush hone se rokte hai muje dur karte hai apne se kya mai unke liye schme ak bojh thi ( kya ladkiyon ko dusre Ghar Jana hi padta hai kya hum apna khudka Ghar nhi bna skte usme hum sub milkr khush rhenge )
Par nahi
Asa bhi hota samaj bolta hai ladkiyon ko jada bhar mat bhejo bigad jaygi are mai bolti hu
Konsa samaj konse 4 log mai vo karungi jo mere mann mai ayga muje koi ni rok skta even my own family was not having that right to Stop me cause
I wanna became unstoppab…
Riya met Arjun on her first college day when rain flooded the courtyard. He offered his umbrella, and she laughed, saying she preferred getting wet. That small moment became friendship. Riya came from a Scheduled Caste family; Arjun belonged to a traditional Brahmin household that valued old customs despite differences. They studied together, shared cheap canteen tea, and waited outside examination halls. Without realizing it, their ordinary college days slowly became precious memories for both. After two years, Arjun finally confessed his love beside the college library. Riya smiled through tears because she had secretly waited for those beautiful words. They knew their families might reject them. Still, they promised not to run away, hide forever, or abandon their love when things became…
There are places we leave behind, people we grow apart from, and versions of ourselves we quietly outgrow.But leaving something behind doesn’t mean it disappears completely.
Some things follow us.A sentence someone once said.
A habit we picked up from a person we no longer talk to.
A song that still reminds us of a particular year.
A street we haven’t visited in years but could probably walk through with our eyes closed.
Maybe growing up isn’t really about letting go of everything.Maybe it’s about learning what deserves to come with us.
We carry lessons from people who hurt us, even when we wish we hadn’t met them.We carry kindness from people who treated us gently.
We carry the courage of someone who believed in us when we didn’t believe in ourselves.We carry pieces of childhood into adu…
Arjun grew up in a small farming family where every rupee was earned through hard work. Their house was old, their fields were modest. Almost every relative they had was wealthy. Some owned businesses, some drove expensive cars, and some lived in beautiful houses across the city. Whenever the relatives visited, Arjun's parents welcomed them warmly. But behind their smiles, they sometimes felt the silent weight of comparison and judgment. People often asked Arjun's father, "When will your son become successful?" He would smile and answer, "He is trying. His time will come." Arjun heard those words many times. They sounded like hope, but they also felt like responsibility. He knew his parents were waiting for him. Every morning, his father worked in the fields before sunrise. His mother mana…
The next evening, her phone lit up.
"I think you're ready now."
She took a deep breath.
"Tell me who are you."
A few seconds later, the reply appeared.
"It's me, the girl you used to be."
She froze.
Then another message came.
"I'm not a person from your past. I'm the part of you that you left behind.
She looked at the old diary.
The dreams.
The little promises.
The things she once wanted but slowly stopped believing it.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
The messages were never about someone coming back.
They were about her coming back to herself.
She smiled, wiped her eyes, and opened a fresh page in her diary.
This time, she didn't write about what she had lost.
She wrote about what she wanted to become.
She closed the diary and looked at her reflection.
For the first tim…
Rohan was an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy with big dreams and a loving family. He enjoyed playing online games after school. At first, gaming was only a hobby. He played for an hour or two, finished his homework, and went to sleep. Then he discovered a competitive game that made him feel powerful. Every victory brought excitement, and every defeat made him desperate. Soon, one more game became five more games. He stopped noticing the time. His books remained untouched while his phone stayed in his hands. His parents noticed the change. Rohan became quiet, impatient, and angry whenever they asked him to stop playing. His schoolwork began to suffer. His grades dropped, his friends moved ahead, and he started missing important classes. Still, Rohan believed he could control the game. He to…
George Orwell’s 1984 is one of the books that I can not stop talking about; one book that i will never never run out of words for, and yet a book that in a new way everytime, seems to drive me speechless.
I was merely 17 when I firat read the narrative and re-read it time and again. Today, I am 22, and I still go back to it and am fascinated at how someone could be so farsighted and presently universally relevant.
Written in 1948, during the cold war era, and the context of post world war 2. The world faced a threat of living on continuous brink of another large scale crisis and Orwell wondered under such conditions, what would it be like, 46 years into the future if these circumstances, politics and tendencies prevailed.
The narrative is, thus, a fiction set in such world as Orwell would…
The Little Girl Lost Her Mother At Age 4.And Her Father While Coming To Hostel To Meet Her
Once there was a girl👶 who lived in a happy family.But one day suddenly her mother told her that she is going to die 😔but the small girl of four age don't know the meaning ☠️. No one can feel the pain 😭 of small girl who saw her mother dieing. From then on she became the brave🤙 girl.But her father did not had much time to take care of her. So he took her to hostel and then he said he will be coming to see her. Yeah he did come.One day her father came to see her and she was so happy 😊 to see him with her. But suddenly the next day she got the 🗞️ that his father died. His father left the note. In which he wrote about leaving 🙁her. The note goes like this ''My child don't wait for me. I'm going to see your mother and she is so far away from me, just keep my frame near your bed and sleep. And…
