Maybe closure isn’t a conversation.We grow up believing that every unfinished story needs one final chapter. One last conversation. One honest explanation. One message that finally makes everything make sense.We imagine sitting across from someone and asking all the questions we’ve been carrying for months.
Why did you change?Why didn’t you tell me?Did I ever matter to you?Was any of it real?And somehow, we believe that if they answer honestly enough, we’ll finally feel free.But sometimes, the person who hurt us isn’t capable of giving us the explanation we’re waiting for.
Sometimes they don’t know why they behaved the way they did. Sometimes they remember things differently. Sometimes they have moved on without realizing that we are still standing at
the door of a conversation that may n…
When Part of His Heart Still Belongs to the Past 💔🍃
I love him more than I know how to explain, and maybe that's why this hurts so much.
I know he has moved on from his ex in his life, but she was his first love. And even though he is with me, I know that a part of his heart still holds feelings for her.
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to love someone who once had a place in his heart that I can never be the first to occupy.
I don't want to compete with his past.
I don't want to erase what they were.
I just wish that when he looks at me, his heart chooses me without looking back.
Because sometimes the hardest part of loving someone isn't fearing that they'll leave you.
It's knowing that a piece of their heart still belongs to someone who came before you—and loving them anyway. 💔
Sometimes I wonder if love is really about finding someone who never hurts you, or about loving someone even after you've seen the parts of them that hurt you.
Love isn't about hiding things. If something hurts the person you love, you should be able to say it honestly—and when they ask you not to do something again, you hope they understand how much it matters to you. But sometimes, even after you've explained the same thing again and again, they still do it.
And that's the part I don't understand.
I can be angry. I can feel hurt. I can question everything. I can tell myself that I should stop caring.
But somehow, I still can't dislike him.
Maybe that's the strange thing about my heart. It remembers the hurt, but it still reaches for the same person.
I don't know if that's weakness, forgi…
Rejection does not always arrive jn the same way. It can appear as being overlooked at work, watching a career opportunity slip away, feeling disapproved of by someone else we love, or standing in a room and quietly wondering whether we truly belong.
Why does rejection frighten us so deeply? Often, fear takes root when we believe we have fallen short of someone elses experiences - or of the person we once imagined we would become. Discontent with our work, choices, lifestyle, or outlook can make that wound more sensitive. When we feel grounded in who we are, other people's opinions lose some of their power. But when we are already doubting ourselves, eveb a passing judgement can feel painfully personal.
The thoughts stirred up by rejection can become a heavy inner noise. Some people gro…
Why? Why do I find myself here in an empty chasm laying in the depths? Unable to escape, unable to fly. The constant cycle of healing only to be grabbed y the devil's chain whip sending me crashing down to the floor once more. The demons disguised as my vices and addictions mocking me plucking each of my feathers from my wings one by one.deep inside me there is a small fire quiet whispering telling me to keep going......to not give up but I dont have the strength. This small fire trying to heal the little girl beaten and bruised living inside my head giving her hope despite knowing we both know we will be disappointed by the world again and again. Why? Why cant the little girl inside me give up and accept our fate. Unlovable, broken, and unfixable shattered over and over again. Why? Why ca…
At 2:13 a.m., Detective Elias Morgan received a voice message from his missing sister. Her voice trembled: “Elias, don't trust the police tonight.” before dawn Elias had not heard Mara's voice for eighteen months. She disappeared after investigating stolen evidence connected to the city's oldest unsolved murder case, secretly that night. He replayed the message repeatedly. Behind Mara's voice, Elias noticed a faint train whistle and three metallic knocks repeating at regular intervals that night without stopping. Those sounds reminded him of Platform Nine, an abandoned railway platform where their father took them every Sunday before his sudden death, years ago every Sunday. Elias drove there through heavy rain. The platform was empty except for an old ticket machine, still glowing despite…
If I could claim to love anyone more than my parents in the world, it would be my sister. I mean, it's not like I don't love my brother, but since my sister is older than me, she's more considerate than me, much wiser,e and overall more dependable.
Whenever I told her my struggle, her first thought was to fix anything wrong, no matter what circumstances she's in. She once sent me a bunch of ig reels when I told her my struggle with English, and I remember crying my tears out while I watched all those little easy lessons.
I am very irresponsible, so whenever I need money, I ask her, and she gives it to me every single time without asking for it back, even before she works. I think she kinda magicked all the things I need since she can grant all my wishes.
I wish she met someone as compe…
Silence. The absence of all noise. The sound of peace and solitude. The feeling that reverberates through everything and nothing. Silence can be loud.
It filters through the senses, mind and body. Invading even the loudest of our thoughts. Or sometimes, it is the reason our thoughts get so loud. In our fast-paced society, some crave silence, yet others avoid it. It is a choice not all are privilleged enough to make.
They say that one who seeks silence is one who has reached the zenith of their existence. They encompass themselves with peacefulness and solitude. One with a quiet mind has accomplished everything. Yet there are some who cannot be one with the silence. Those who find it too loud to bear, too overwhelming to cope with. It drags them down, belittling them and overpowering all …
I wish I could love you as loudly as I wish, which would be very loud but still hidden by the deafening sound of your laughter whenever you spend time with your lover. Whenever I fall into the depths of hell, you're always there to pick me up, not knowing you are one of the reasons. You're not perfect, yet you look it up. I can be the person who fulfils your dreams, but unfortunately you're not aware of that, nor will you ever be, so I'll just be here to pick up your pieces whenever you're unable to.
So, don't fear the world as long as I am with you; I promise to fade into the background whenever I am unwanted, and I will resurface whenever you need me.
The Small Things We Almost Miss
Sometimes I wonder how many good moments we almost miss simply because we’re too busy looking for something bigger.
Today could have been completely ordinary.You wake up, check your phone, get ready, do whatever you normally do, and move through the day without really noticing much.
But somewhere between all of that, there might have been one tiny moment that deserved more attention.Maybe someone smiled at you while passing by.
Maybe the weather was unexpectedly nice.Maybe your favourite song started playing at exactly the right moment.Maybe you had a really good cup of chai without even thinking about it.
Maybe someone said something funny and you laughed harder than you expected.Maybe you sat somewhere quietly for five minutes and felt completely at peace.…
The Things Everyone Does But Nobody Admits
Don’t Lie, You Do This TooThere are so many things people do every single day that nobody really talks about.Not because they’re embarrassing.They’re just… weirdly universal.
Like checking your phone after hearing a notification, even when you already know it wasn’t yours.Or opening the fridge, staring inside for ten seconds, finding nothing interesting, closing it…
and then opening it again five minutes later as if new food might have magically appeared. 😭Or pretending you didn’t see someone in public because you don’t have the energy for a conversation.
You see them.They see you.Both of you suddenly become extremely interested in your phones.And somehow you’ve mastered the art of looking busy while doing absolutely nothing.
Then there’s the clas…
I think we all lie to ourselves way more than we realise.Not huge lies.Just tiny little promises that somehow become part of our daily routine.
“I’ll sleep early tonight”
Sure
And then it’s 2:17 a.m. and you’re watching a completely unnecessary video about something you didn’t even care about five minutes ago.
“I’ll only scroll for five minutes”
One hour later, you’re still scrolling and somehow you’ve reached a video from an account you don’t even remember following. 😭
One hour later, you’re still scrolling and somehow you’ve reached a video from an account you don’t even remember following. 😭
“I’m not buying anything.”Then you see something cute.You don’t need it.You know you don’t need it.
You still start calculating whether you can somehow justify buying it.“I’ll start tomorrow.”Probab…
There is something about a father’s love that you understand much later in life.As children, we often think of love as hugs, kisses, bedtime stories, and someone constantly asking whether we ate. Mothers usually make love visible. Fathers somehow make it look like responsibility.
My father was never the kind of person who said, “I love you” every day.Instead, his love sounded like, “Take an umbrella.”
“Message me when you reach.”“Don’t spend unnecessarily.”“Did you eat?”“It’s getting late, come home.”
As a child, I sometimes found these things irritating. I wanted him to understand that I could take care of myself. I didn’t realise that every warning was his way of saying, “I worry about you.”
Fathers have this strange habit of hiding their tiredness.They come home after a long day and sti…
Sometimes I wonder whether we actually need to celebrate birthdays. We make a big deal about one date every year, buying cakes, taking photos, receiving messages, and pretending to feel excited about getting older. Yet Birthdays can also be simple reminders that another year has passed. Still I think celebrating doesn't have to mean throwing a huge party or spending too much money. It could simply means eating your favourite food, meeting someone you love, or taking a quiet moment to appreciate being here. Maybe the point isn't the birthday itself.Maybe it is having one day where we deliberately stop our routine and remember that our existence, ordinary as it may feel, is worth noticing.
During my childhood, I felt like birthdays are the best part of the year. I celebrated it like a festi…
I woke up today feeling unusually energetic, stuck to the wall, and completely confused. I looked down at my hands and realized I could shoot webs. After a brief panic , I checked the mirror and discovered I was Spider Man . Apparently, my morning had became much more complicated.
I tried swinging between buildings and immediately crashed into a billboard. Being a superhero looked much cooler in movies.
By afternoon, I stopped a robbery , rescued a cat, and accidentally destroyed someone's laundry while landing.
The worst part? Nobody paid me.
By evening, I understood the real superhero struggle: saving the city while being completely broke.
Afterall, great power comes from great responsibility.
And when I am writing this, I have realised again and felt a little proud of myself for choo…
A few years ago, I promised someone that I would help them with an important task.
At the time, the promise seemed simple. I genuinely intended to keep it, but as the day approached, my own responsibilities became more demanding. I started thinking that perhaps I could postpone it or give some excuse.Nobody would have known if I had cancelled.
But I remembered that the other person had planned their work around my promise.So, despite being busy, I made time and kept my word.
The task itself was not particularly difficult. What surprised me was how much the other person appreciated it.They said, “I knew I could depend on you.”
That sentence stayed with me.Until then, I had thought that trust was built through big actions. I believed people trusted you because of major things you did for the…
Sometimes I think about the things I genuinely believed as a child and wonder how I survived with that level of confidence.
Not the big things. Not serious misunderstandings about life. I mean the absolutely ridiculous things that made perfect sense to my tiny brain at the time.
Growing up as a brown kid came with its own collection of questionable beliefs.For example, I genuinely thought actors and actresses who played couples in movies and
serials were actually couples in real life.If two people spent three hours on screen calling each other “jaan,” crying over each other, getting married, fighting, and then dramatically running through the rain, obviously they had to be together.What else could possibly explain it?
And when the movie ended, I never thought, “Wow, what good acting.”I th…
After 12th, I had a gap of 3 months before college
After 12th, I had a gap of 3 months before college. I had no money and I didn't want to ask my parents for everything. So I thought I'll give tuition. One lady near our house in Chotta Chotta Shimla said her son is in 8th class, he needs maths tuition. She agreed for 3000 per month, daily 1 hour. First day I went, full preparation. I took my old RD Sharma, some pens. The kid was sitting, playing Free Fire on his mother's phone. He didn't even look up. I said "chalo shuru karte hai." He said "sir mujhe maths nahi aata." I thought he is saying he is weak. Later I understood he meant he doesn't want to do it at all. For 3 days, he came late. On 4th day, his mother said "aaj rehne do, usko cold ho raha hai." On 5th day, again "aaj uske cousin aaye hai." I used to go there at 4 pm, knock, wait,…
It can explore how we sometimes write things down instead of sending a message, write an angry paragraph and never show it, record a thought we can't say aloud, write about someone without naming them, or put feelings into a notebook simply because paper doesn't judge or interrupt.
I think everyone has a version of themselves that only exists on paper.
The things we don't say out loud.
The messages we type and delete.
The apologies we never send.
The opinions we keep to ourselves because explaining them would take too much energy.
Somehow, all of those things end up somewhere. For some people, it's a diary.
For others, it's the notes app at 2 a.m., random pages in an old notebook, voice recordings that will probably never be played again, or even a paragraph typed into a chat with themselv…
I still remember that day clearly. It was December 2023 and I had to go to Chandigarh alone for my college admission documents verification. Before that I had never travelled alone outside Shimla. I am a person who always travelled with my family, so this was a big thing for me.
My bus was at 6 AM from ISBT Tutikandi. I woke up at 4:30 AM, it was so cold and dark outside. My mother packed paratha for me and she was more nervous than me. She kept saying, "phone charge hai na, power bank liya na". I reached the bus stand at 5:30, my hands were freezing.The bus started and for first one hour I was just looking out of the window. The hills were covered with fog. Slowly the fear started going away. I started talking to the aunty sitting next to me. She was from Solan and was also going to Chand…
Have you ever realised that sometimes people are competing with each other without anyone actually saying that it's a competition? Not in some serious “I need to defeat you” kind of way.
I mean the tiny, completely unnecessary competitions that soLike when two people are walking together and, without discussing it, one person suddenly starts walking slightly faster. Somehow happen in everyday life.
Now the other person has two choices: slow down and accept defeat, or speed up.
And somehow, five minutes later, you're both walking like you're late for a flight. 😭
Or when someone says, “I studied for only two hours.”
And you immediately think, Oh, I studied for three.
Nobody asked.
Nobody is giving out medals.
But suddenly you need everyone to know.
School was probably full of these little co…
I woke up today wearing green and gold, holding a suspiciously heavy helmet, and somehow looking far too confident. I stared into the mirror and immediately realized I was Looking. My first thought was, " Excellent". My second was, "Wait , where is Thor?".
Within minutes I discovered magic was real, Asgard was apparently home and everyone expected me to have complications family drama.
I tried using my powers and accidentally created three versions of myself. They immediately started arguing.
By evening I had no idea which Loki was the orginal. Honestly, I finally understood why Thor looked permanently exhausted.
And I have read somewhere that Loki is kinda misunderstood. He is the god of mischief. He is supposed to be notorious. But under all those naughtiness, he also have human like ca…
I love winter more than summer and honestly, I don't think I need a complicated reason. Everything feels better when the weather is cold. Ican wrap myself in a blanket, drink something hot, wear comfortable clothes, and actually enjoy staying indoors. Summer on the other hand, makes me feel like I am permanently standing inside an oven. I hate waking up sweaty dealing with sticky clothes, and drinking water every five minutes. Winter makes ordinary things feel comforting. A warm cup of coffee tastes better mornings feel quieter, and sleeping becomes almost impossible to resist. If I had the choice I would happily make winter last forever.
I reached the office ten minutes early today, mostly because the bus arrived before I expected. The security guard nodded the reception lights were still warming up. And someone bad already switched on the air conditioner. I placed my bag under the desk, opened my laptop and checked my inbox.
There were fourteen unread emails, three Teams messages and one calendar invitation titled " Quick Discussion," which I knew sip. Felt like officially starting the workday. Then my manager also messaged asking whether yesterday's report was ready.
I opened the report and discovered one number was wrong . It was the number my manager needed. I fixed it , checked everything carefully and sent the file with a polite "Please find attached". Five minutes later, another message arrived asking for a slightly…
I watched The Shawshank Redemption tonight with a cup of tea beside me, expecting a prison movie everyone kept recommending. Instead, I found myself staring at the screen long after the credits. The movie felt quiet, even when terrible things happened, That quietness made everything feel more personal and real.
What stayed with me first was Andy 's refusal to let prison define him. He keeps small pieces of himself alive through books, music, conversations, and those tiny plans nobody else understands. It reminded me of how people protect little routines during difficult days morning tea, familiar songs, jokes, and dreams.
Then there is Red, who initially treats hope like a dangerous fantasy. That part felt surprisingly realistic. Sometimes after enough disappointments, expecting less feels…
Why Do We Judge A Book By Its Cover Even When We Know Better?
First Impressions Are Strange
We all know we're not supposed to judge a book by its cover
And yet, somehow, we still do
Not just with books either
We do it with people, places, restaurants, clothes, houses, even food.
We see something that looks interesting and immediately assume it must be good
Or we see something that doesn't catch our attention and decide it's probably not worth our time
It's funny because most of us know better
We know that appearances can be misleading
We know someone can look intimidating and turn out to be incredibly kind
Someone can seem quiet and have the funniest personality once you actually talk to them
A restaurant that looks completely ordinary from outside can serve the best food you've ever had
And a beautifully decorated place can sometimes leave you thin…
I woke up today as a ₹10 coin, which was surprisingly stressful. One minute I was sitting inside a wallet, and the next I was being thrown onto a shop counter for a packet of biscuits. Nobody even said thank you.
By afternoon, I had travelled through three hands, a bus conductor 's ticket pouch, and someone's pocket. I was dropped twice and nearly lost under a seat.
Eventually, a little child picked me up and proudly gave me to their mother.
She put me safely inside a small savings box.
For the first time all day, I wasn't being spent.
Honestly, luxury.
I think being average is the great thing. And this wise thought hits me at this age of life, when I saw who was top in the class are also living life like me. Stillness is more precious state.
You can feel your own life, unless you are not in the compition with others. This situation gives calmness which brings depth in your wisdom.
They say, if you know yourself, u will know the world. And I also think that, if we recognise ourselves, there is no need to see the world. What makes us happy is more important than, making others happy.
In the race of being perfect, we loose ourness. We become, what people see us. But infact people don't see us when we are at Good. And they also don't see when we are at our bad. It's us, whom we should make feel happy and this happiness will come from sati…
Why Does Packing For A Trip Feel Like Preparing For A New Life?
Packing for a trip should be simple
You're going away for a few days, so you take a few outfits, some basic things, put everything in a bag and leave , At least that's how it sounds in theory
In reality, packing somehow turns into a full investigation into every possible situation that could happen while you're away 😭
You start with the basics
A few clothes
Some toiletries
Chargers
Shoes
Easy
Then suddenly you start thinking
What if it gets cold?
What if it rains?
What if I want to change?
What if I spill something?
What if I suddenly decide to dress completely differently?
And before you know it, you've packed enough clothes for three different versions of the trip
Then comes the “just in case” section
Just in case I need this
Just in case I need that
Just in case something happens that h…
Why Do We Have Different Personalities For Different Places?
The Many Versions Of Me
I sometimes wonder why I act like a completely different person depending on where I am At home, I can walk around in silence for hours and somehow still have an entire conversation with myself
Then I step outside and suddenly I remember how to behave like a normal human being 😭
Around family, I'm one person
Around friends, I'm another
Around strangers, I'm suddenly very quiet and careful about everything I say And then there's the version of me that appears when I'm completely comfortable
That version has absolutely no reputation to protect I'll laugh at something for way too long
Say something completely random
Make weird expressions
Forget what I was talking about halfway through a sentence And somehow become ten times louder than usual
It's funny because none of…
