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My blog family has now reached 500 members! I feel so happy and grateful to each and every one of you for following, liking, and commenting. Your support means the world to me. I’ll work even harder now to write more and to write better. Also read this: Back to…
We’re in the last month of the year, and before you step into 2020, please read this small motivational boost to help you make the next year a little better. Just imagine being sorted in life. You know what you want to do and what not. You know what’s important…
I’m writing this at the age of 21, and I’m happy to say this out loud. When we’re born, we have two kinds of relationships. The first are blood relations, the people connected to us by birth. The second are the ones we create as we grow. Every relationship matters,…
Seven years ago, I made a decision and chose the science stream, like most Indian students do after the 10th grade. Last week, my graduation results came in. I passed. In these seven years, I’ve learned a lot. It was like a roller coaster ride — happy, sad, failed, depressed,…
This is for those who want to move on but still carry the weight of hard feelings inside them. These feelings toward you have stayed with me for too long. Sometimes, it feels like a heavy stone pressed on my chest. And now I understand — as long as I…
It feels like you’re trapped in a dark room with no way out. You keep knocking on the same door, even though it may never open. You don’t look around, where another way might exist. Hopeless. Helpless. Restless. You’re broken, and you have your reasons. The meaning of life slips…
It was almost midnight when she parked her car by the roadside and stepped out. “Come out, Noor. It’s not that cold. We’re in Jaipur, not Kashmir,” Kanak teased. “I hope you know you’re insane. It’s February! I still don’t know what the hell we’re doing here,” Noor complained, shivering….
I’m crying… crying hard. I’ve broken everything in my room. I shout, I scream, and I don’t even know why. In anger, I slam my hand against the wall. For a second, the pain in my hand feels stronger than the pain in my heart. And then… I just get…
I can’t live a shitty life just because you like the smell of it.
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