I bought biscuits for the security guard downstairs today because he had been so through the rain. I expected a quick thank you, but he told me he had spent the afternoon helping stranded delivery workers find shelter. He spoke about it casually, as though it were nothing. I felt slightly ashamed of how proud I had been offered my own tiny gesture. We chatted for a few minutes before I went upstairs, Later , I felt some extra change in my pocket for tomorrow. I couldn't solve anyone's problems, butvi could make someone 's long shift a little less difficult.
I corrected Priya during a meeting today with the confidence of someone who had personally invented the subject. Five minutes later, we discovered I was completely wrong. I wanted the floor to swallow me. Priya simply smiled and said , "Happens to everyone," before helping me fix the report. I apologised after the meeting, expecting her to tease me, but she barely seemed bothered. Somehow that made me feel worse and better at the same time. I had spent years believing that being respected meant never appearing foolish. Today, I discovered that the only person demanding perfection from me was myself.
I finally messaged my old English teacher today. I had wanted to thank her for encouraging me to speak to class, but the message had satbin my drafts for months because everything. I wrote sounded awkward. I eventually sent three simple sentences. She replied that she remembered my first presentation and how nervous I had been. Then she said she was proud of me. I started at the message longer than I expected. I had assumed teachers forgot students as soon as they left school 🏫. Apparently, I had underestimated how much an ordinary encouragement can matter to someone who gives it.
I borrowed Meena's sweater during the freezing office air - conditioning today and found an old cinema 📽️ ticket 🎫 to its pocket. When I showed her, she remembered the terrible film we had watched together months ago. We spent the afternoon arguing about the ending and laughing at how confidently we had predicted the plot. I had forgotten that we barely knew each other when we went. Now, she is the person I message whenever something ridiculous happens. I returned the sweater before leaving, but kept thinking 🤔 about that ticket. It's funny 🤣 how ordinary objects sometimes hold the beginning of relationships we never expected to matter.
Have you ever heard gods voice?
I used to say never
I used to hope
I used to pray begging to hear him speak
But i always got nothing
Then last night I heard him
Soft and quiet
Yet loud and strong
It was something I never thought I would get to hear
The best part was
I was in tears
Praying in complete silence
I have never truly done that before
And while I was praying in tears
Begging him to help and guide me
I heard him
It was not my voice
Not a thought
It was him
Saying im right here
Saying I've got you
And I cried harder
Warmth filled the room
Joy and peace filled my entire body and mind
I just kept crying unable to process anything
All I could keep saying was thank you to him
It was a blessing
And I want everyone to know that you should not give up!
Its true what they say
That he move…
It was November of 2009. We were enjoying our time off because we did not have any workload. Our clients were on Thanksgiving leave, hence we did not have much work. All of us had been chatting with each other on general topics. Suddenly our team lead Amit made an announcement, "guys please gather in the training room. Our project manager is here to address all of you. The meeting would begin exactly in 10 minutes".
We all rolled our eyes in unison. We knew what this meeting was going to be about. I really disliked attending meetings where management would tell us to spend more time in doing something productive. I completely hated when they said that instead of speaking with friends it is better to spend more time in training. I was generally their target because I would chat with everyo…
Nothing extraordinary happened today. I woke up late, completed my work, bought vegetables and argued with my brother about what to watch. In the evening, we cooked together and accidentally added too much chilli in the curry. We spend dinner drinking water and blaming each other.
Later I sat by the window listening to the neighborhood settle for the night. For months, I had been waiting for something significant to happend before allowing myself to feel happy. A promotion or a breakthrough or a perfect day. Tonight, I had none of these and yet I felt content. Perhaps and ordinary life isn't an unfinished life.
How did your day go?
Somedays I wonder where all my time goes. I wake up with a list of things to do and somehow by the time I go to bed, healf of them are still waiting for Tommorow.
Today was not different. My alarm rang at 7 AM. I turned it off and checked my phone and replied to absolutely nothing. I was still lying at my bed Wondering if I should really get up instead of just chilling in my bed.
Breakfast was reminded by usual reminders. Dint forget this and don't forget that. Have you done what you were supposed to do yesterday? I answered it with usual "I'll do it" while mentally addung those tasks to an already over crowded list.
I sat down to work and opened my laptop, stared at the screen. There were things I wanted to accomplish, the plans I was excited about and deadline that were getting unc…
Have you ever seen something, looking at it felt that it was made specifically for you? The object screams that they had you in mind when they designed it? I had felt it a few times.
A few days ago me and my sister had gone for shopping. She wanted to buy something for Diwali while I had gone only to accompany her. We have been walking through the aisles to find shiny and brightly coloured clothing. All the clothes looked so beautiful that it became difficult to choose between them. Finally my sister selected one article and decided to try it on.
She tried that and it fit her well. It looked amazing on her. She decided to buy it. Both of us went to the cash counter to pay for the article that had been purchased. At the cash counter the cashier told us that they had put up a few amazing …
My exam results came out today, and they were nowhere near what I had hoped. I spent the afternoon preparing excuses for my parents. When I finally told Amma. She asked whether I had eaten lunch. I started at her, confused. She repeated the question, then brought me a plate of curd rice. She didn't pretend my marks were wounderful or tell me not to worry. She simply sat beside me while I ate. I felt my shoulders relax for the first time all day. I had expected love to arrive as reassurance. Instead, it arrived as lunch, and somehow that was enough.
Our neighbour left a bag of mangoes at the door 🚪 this evening 🌆. Amma had been busy taking. Appa to the hospital for a checkup, and more of us had time to cook properly. The neighbour didn't ask questions or make a fuss. She simply said the mangoes were from her brother's farm and hurried home. Later, Amma cut one into places, and we are together in the kitchen. The fruit 🍓 was slightly sour, but nobody complained. I felt grateful for the kind of help that doesn't demand explanations. Sometimes, people make difficult days bearable simply by noticing them.
Appa called while I was finishing an assignment I nearly ignored it because he usually tells me the same stories about work and the neighbours. Tonight, I answered anyway . He spent ten minutes explaining how the local Shop had increased its prices and how someone had parked badly outside our house 🏠. I barely contributed to the conversation, but he seemed happy to have someone listening. After we hung up. I sad staring at my phone. I had been treating his calls as interruptions, forgetting that one day I might wish I could hear those ordinary complaints again. Tomorrow, I'll call him first
While cleaning my cupboard. I found an old pencil ✏️ covered in teeth marks. I remembered biting it during mathematics exams my friend Divya whispered answers she wasn't entirely sure about.vqw haven't spoken properly in years. I searched for her number and found our last conversation buried beneath hundreds of messages. For several minutes, I hesitated,worried that contacting her would be awkward. Finally, I sent a photograph of the pencil 📝. She replied almost immediately with a laughing voice note.vi spent the evening 🌆 smiling 😁😊 at my phone 📱. Perhaps some friendships don't disappear, they simply wait for someone to remember where they ⬅️ them.
I found my school 🏫 diary beneath a stack of old textbooks today.Half the pages contained dramatic complaints about homework, friendship problems, and teachers who supposedly hated me i laughed at the seriousness with which I had described a missing geometry box. Then I found an entry about sitting alone during lunch because my best friend had changed sections. The humour disappeared.I remembered how enormous that loneliness had felt. I wanted to tell that younger version of myself that things would become easier, but I couldn't. I could only close the diary gently, grateful that the girl who wrote it had kept going.
My childhood friend Arun visited today after nearly four years. We stood awkwardly at the doorway exchanging updates about jobs and family before running out of things to say. Then he mentioned the time we accidentally broke out neighbour's flowerpot and blamed a stray cat. We laughed until my mother came out to ask what was wrong . Suddenly, the years between us felt smaller. He has changed and so have I , hut some jokes apparently survive anything. After he felt, I felt both happy and sad. I had missed him without fully admitting it and one afternoon had reminded me why
An oldcsong started playing in the supermarket today, and I stopped pushing my trolley. It was the song my school 🏫 friends used to sing loudly on the bus 🚌, usually off key 🗝️ and always at the wrong moments. I could almost hear our conductor telling us to sit down while we laughed harder. I smiled at the shelves feeling ridiculous.Thenbi remembered that I hadn't spoken to mostvof those friends in years. We had promised to stay together forever, as children often do.bi finished shopping 🛍️, but the song followed me home.bi wonder whether they ever hear it and remember us too.
I found an old family photograph I had always hated because my haircut looked terrible and I was wearing an embarrassing dress. Today I noticed my grandmother laughing in the background, hervhead thrown back and her eyes nearly closed. She died two years ago. I sat on the floor holding the photograph, wishing I had paid less attention to my own appearance that day. I couldn't remember what we had been laughing about, which somehow hurt more. I put the photograph on my desk instead of returning it to the cupboard. I want to remember the people in my pictures, not just how we looked.
I visited my old primary school today to collect a certificate. The playground looked ridiculously small.bi remembered running across it with my frieds, convinced that the far wall was miles away. Now, I could cross the entire space in less than a minute. I laughed at myself, then felt unexpectedly melancholy. The swings were newer, the paint had changed, andvyounger children were shouting where we once played. Life had continued without asking whether we were ready to leave. I stood by the gate for a moment before leaving. I suppose growing up means accepting that places can remain while your place in them changes.
I tried making my grandmother's favourite dish today using the recipe she had written in an old notebook 📓. It said things like "add a little more" and "cook until it smells right," I failed spectacularly. The curry was too salty, and the kitchen looked like a disaster. I called her, and she laughed before explaining the steps again.vi realised she had never measured anything because she had learned by watching someone else. We spend twenty minutes talking about cooking, family, and people I barely remembered . I wrote everything down this time. Some memories deserve to become recipes before the people who carry them are gone
I met an old school friend at a wedding today. I barely remembered the details of our friendship, but she reminded me of the time I shared my lunch with her when she had forgotten hers. Apparently, she had been too embarrassed to ask anyone else, I was surprised because I remembered that day as completely ordinary. We laughed, exchanged numbers, and promised to meet again. On the way home, I kept thinking about how differently two people can remember the same moment. What I considered insignificant had stayed with her for years. Perhaps we leave traces of kindness without ever knowing where they settle.
