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The Boy Who Feels Like Home

The Boy Who Feels Like Home

I don't know when it happened, but somehow he became my favourite part of every day. The random texts, silly jokes, unnecessary teasing, and those little “did you eat?” messages somehow mean more to me than he probably realizes. 🥹 I love that I can be completely myself around him—quiet, dramatic, annoying, emotional—and he still chooses to stay. He isn't just my boyfriend. He's the person I want to tell every tiny thing to, even the things that don't really matter. Sometimes I catch myself smiling at my phone because of something he said and think, “Yep… this idiot is really my favourite person.” 😭🤍 Maybe that's what makes us special. Nothing perfect, nothing fancy. Just two people being silly, caring about each other, and making ordinary days feel a little more special. 🫶🏻

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The Pressure to Be Consistent

The Pressure to Be Consistent

Today I caught myself thinking about consistency again. It sounds like such a simple concept, but in reality, it’s one of the hardest things to actually stick to. For a long time, I thought I understood what consistency meant. In my head, it looked like doing everything perfectly every single day. But my actions didn’t match that at all, especially when it came to the gym. I would go for a few days, feel motivated, and then suddenly skip. One missed day would turn into three, then a week, and before I knew it, I was back at the start. The most frustrating part was expecting results anyway. I kept wondering why I wasn’t seeing any real changes, even though I felt like I was trying. But now, looking back, it’s obvious. The effort was there, but it wasn’t consistent enough to actually make…

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The Kind of Love I Want

The Kind of Love I Want

I don't think love is supposed to be perfect. People have bad days, misunderstand each other, get annoyed over silly things, and sometimes need space. That's normal. I think what matters is choosing each other even after those little moments. Being able to talk honestly, laugh about the dumbest things, share things you don't usually tell anyone, and still feel comfortable being completely yourself. I don't want a love that only feels beautiful when everything is going right. I want the kind where both people make an effort when things get difficult too. Someone who notices the little changes in my voice, remembers random things I once mentioned, checks up on me without being asked, and makes ordinary days feel a little better. Maybe that's all most of us really want—not something perfect, …

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HIM & I

HIM & I

I have a friend, maybe we consider each other more than just friends, but we have never been in a relationship either🤷🏻‍♀️. He even told everyone that I'm just a friend to him. But, the way his eyes always find mine at any place we are.... OHH GODD!! Kill me already 😩. So, I think some love stories don't need a name or something, they just need to be felt with all your heart ❤️✨.

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Maybe It's You

Maybe It's You

I don't know when it happened, but somewhere between our random conversations and little jokes, you became my favorite part of the day. I don't need some perfect love story. I just want something that feels safe, honest, and real. The kind where we can be ourselves without pretending. Maybe I don't say it enough, but having you in my life means more to me than you probably realize. Sometimes the person who feels like home doesn't even know how much they mean to you.

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I do not know who I am becoming

The days seem to feel like never-ending. I was a happy person, in my opinion I would say, I was an optimistic, happy and a cheerful person,until I hit rock bottom this year. I used to be happy before and now it seems as though nothing feels great. The pressure of being an adult, managing stuffs, expectations which haven't been met; not of mine or others. Yet here I am still trying to keep going and get back on track for myself. Because in a world where one drags another down, who will I search for to save me if I cannot save myself from it? But as the title goes, I really do not know who I am becoming, I am pretty sure almost everyone in their lives have gone through this phase of life and I am hoping that this too shall pass.

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The Person I’m Becoming

The Person I’m Becoming

There are so many things i never say out loud. Sometimes I wonder how different life would feel if i could tell people exactly what goes on in my mind. Nit because i want attention but because keeping everything inside can become exhausting . I smile ,laugh,talk to people ,reply to messages ,attend classes,make friends and continue with my day like everything is normal.But there are moments when I quietly feel lost ,even when I’m surrounded by people. I have learned that growing up is not just about becoming independent It is also about learning how to deal with emotions that you don’t always understand some days i feel extremely motivated and believe I can ach everything i want. Other days even the smallest things feel difficult and i question whether I am doing enough. I miss the ve…

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my betterself & her

You're welcomed to be a part of my embassy where we speak about people & guide our own way through. I'm writing on my Hurroz embassy. If you'd wish to join comment down! Because it isn't always about the perspective, it's about the people you share your perspective with. And it reminds me of a similar instance when a friend of mine regarded me about friendship that "It isn't easy to lose a friend, it isn't to find one too, it isn't easy to overcome her absence, and at the same time it isn't easy to be in the moment." A very few of those moments of my life when I felt the heart beat that way, and it was when she was first time calling herself my bestfriend. That says alot more about me & my company, company has its own meaning but for me it is what comes from a group of people that trust &…

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Companion

As you can see, everybody in their life, would love to have a companion someone with whom they can speak to, feel Home like, say anything that’s troubling you and that someone doesn’t have be a human. For me it’s my puppy. I love that he is completely opposite of what most of the humans can be, one there always there to be with you, second never judge who you are, always there with a bright smile welcoming you, just someone who only knows to love you. It’s okay if you’re scared of puppies, but what I’m trying to say is anything can be your companion just something that makes you feel like Home and comfortable and happy and always feel secured. For some people it can be their journal book where they put down everything they want to speak out loud. That is one way of comforting themselv…

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The Friend I Slowly Lost

The Friend I Slowly Lost

There wasn't one big fight. No dramatic goodbye. No final message saying, “We're not friends anymore.” We just slowly became strangers. At first, our replies got shorter. Then the calls became less frequent. We stopped telling each other little things—the random thoughts, stupid jokes, things that happened during the day. I kept thinking we'd go back to normal. We didn't. Sometimes I still see something funny and instinctively think, “I should send this to them.” Then I remember. And that's the weirdest part of losing someone. You don't always miss them loudly. Sometimes you miss them in tiny moments. A song. An old photo. A joke nobody else would understand. A place we used to go. A phrase they always said that suddenly appears in someone else's conversation. You realize how man…

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Maybe I’m Not Overthinking

Maybe I’m Not Overthinking

Sometimes it’s not one big thing that changes how you feel about someone. It’s the little things. The replies that suddenly take longer. The conversations that feel different. The “I’m busy” that starts happening a little too often. And you keep telling yourself, “I’m probably overthinking.” Maybe you are. Or maybe you’re simply noticing a change that nobody wants to talk about. The strange part is that nothing officially ends. There’s no argument, no goodbye, no dramatic moment. You just slowly stop feeling as close as you once did. And you don’t know whether to ask, accept it, or pretend you haven’t noticed. Maybe growing apart doesn’t always look like losing someone. Sometimes, it looks like still having them in your life but wondering when everything became different. Anonymous ques…

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The Irony of being UPSC aspirant

The Irony of being UPSC aspirant

When someone talks about civil services, the sudden imagination comes in mind - A white car with red light 🚨 on top of it , The grace , the popularity of this is well known but the journey behind, nobody talks about it only the aspirant, who go through these things ber this bundle, others just cheer the triumph, This journey is not just about reading bundle of notes and collecting datas but more about being better day by day , the biggest challenge is to balance between prepration and personal and social life , well social life becomes dull , it shadows behind the huge audacity of proving self and waiting just for one day , the when life will suddenly change and the whole journey will be defined by success, one will be cheered by everyone but what about those things which one experienced…

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One evening, while returning home, I noticed a…

One evening, while returning home, I noticed a large amount of plastic waste lying near a public water tap. People were walking past it, including me. Initially, I ignored it. I thought someone else would clean it.The next morning, the waste was still there. It had been scattered across the road, and some of it had entered the nearby drain. I felt that I could no longer complain about the condition if I was not willing to do anything myself. So I collected the plastic bottles and wrappers and put them into a nearby dustbin. It took me less than ten minutes.While I was doing it, a person passing by asked, “Why are you doing this? Someone is paid to clean it.”His question made me think. Yes, sanitation workers are responsible for cleaning public areas, but that does not mean we have the righ…

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Once, I was travelling alone to a place I had…

Once, I was travelling alone to a place I had never visited before. I was already nervous because I was not familiar with the route. At one point, I realised that I had taken the wrong bus.I got down at the next stop and stood there with no idea what to do. My phone battery was almost dead, and I was beginning to panic. A woman standing nearby noticed that I looked confused. She asked if I needed help. I explained my situation. She checked the route on her phone and told me which bus I needed to take. She even waited with me until the correct bus arrived. I thanked her and asked why she had taken the trouble to help a stranger.She simply said, “Someone helped me when I was new here too.” That answer stayed with me.We often remember big achievements, expensive gifts and important events, bu…

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Lessons i learn from krishna

Lessons i learn from krishna

Happy Janmashtmi to all of you 🙏🏻 How donyou celebrate this festival ? By fasting/ Vrat , making Bhog , Decorating Mandir/ worship place but do you think these are the true vratas , Do you follow his teachings People worship Krishna as lord but I see him like philosopher who taught many lessons to me . I will share my journey here -- I wonder why something's i prayed for never happened why some people i cared about had to walk away , Why I had to experience certain disappointments when my intentions were never bad I wanted answers But slowly, I began to understand that perhaps He was changing something deeper I wanted Krishna to change the situation, to bring back what I had lost, to make everything happen the way my heart wanted perhaps he was changing not my circumstances, but me., t…

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To the woman I still look for in every beautiful moment.”

To the woman I still look for in every beautiful moment.”

"I often wonder what I would tell my mother if I had one more conversation with her. I would tell her about the person I am becoming, the dreams I am chasing, the days I struggled and the days I was proud of myself. There is something much i wish she could see. Life keeps moving but a part of me will always look for her because some losses change the way you experience ordinary life When you loss your mother, even the smallest moment remind of her - a familiar song, a certain smell, taking afternoon nap with her, hiding behind her saree on scolding by father any many more moments, People think that with time you 'move on' , but perhaps you don't really move on . You just simply learn to carry the lovea nd the absence together "

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The person I didn't expect to see

I saw my ex today.Not in some dramatic place where the universe could pretend it had planned the meeting. I saw them at a supermarket, standing near the shelves comparing two brands of coffee. I was holding a basket with three completely unnecessary things, and suddenly my carefully ordinary evening became something I hadn't prepared for. For a second neither of us moved. It was strange seeing a face that once belonged to such a large part of my life reduced to something familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I recognized the expression, the way they stood even the little habit of touching their hair. But somehow,I no longer knew the person standing there. They smiled first. I smiled back because apparently even after everything. Some habits survive breakups. We asked the usual question…

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MY AUGUST & AUTUMN

MY AUGUST & AUTUMN

Autumn comes late but August brought the emotion with it. Bringing a flood of self-realisation, pro-activeness, mental drain & a fatigue that never fades. August was special, it had moments that i'll never forget, sometimes it was sour but the other moment rain brought the melody & sweetness with it. If there's one month I could count up to would be this definitely. Sometimes, It isn't that easy You will feel a little bit of my share for the rest of the time It will be dry And dryness not in terms of Rain, Putting downs of life that never teaches us.

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How August felt to me

How August felt to me

The air in August tastes like something that i am trying to remember. The light hits different during this time somehow , its softer and slower - and it pulls at something deep and old inside of me . It's nostalgia without a clear target . Just a passing feeling that everything is gone even though it's still happening. Music becomes the only way to explain what i am experiencing. It speaks to me in a way nothing else ever can - It feels like i am watching everything from a distance , a spectator in my own life . September is here now and maybe it's the weight of saying goodbye to August even though it never held anything special to me. There is some peace in this detachment though . Existing beside my own life for a moment, watching how it moves without me . Only the weather knows what i …

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The Fifteen - Minute gossip Session

Today I discovered that our office has a second unofficial department; gossip. It operates without a manager, budget or official meeting invite. Yet somehow everyone knows exactly when it begins . The official name is "coffee break". The unofficial purpose is discussing everyone who isn't currently standing there. It usually starts innocently. Someone mentions that Vikram from finance left early yesterday. Within thirty seconds, three theories appear. He had a family emergency. He had an interview somewhere else. He was secretly angry with management. Nobody actually knows anything but that has never stopped and office from developing a complete storyline. Today, the main character was our new project manager. Ananya . She had rejected someone a leave request in the morning, and by lunchti…

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My guilty pleasures

There are certain things I enjoy that I would never proudly announce in a room full of people. Not because they I would never proudly announce in a room full of people. Not because they are terrible, illegal, or particularly embarrassing but because they don't match the version of me I usually present. Everyone has a private collection of little indulgences, Mine just happens to be slightly ridiculous. One of mine Is watching terrible reality television. The worse the arguments the more invested I became. I can spend an entire evening watching people I have never met argue about absolutely nothing while eating snacks and pretending I am above it. I am not above it. I am emotional invested in people whose names I forget tomorrow. I also have a habit of rereading old conversations. Not const…

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Priortise yourself.

Priortise yourself.

Right now am in this beautiful place I call it as “my quick go to spot”😉, it is now I realise that I haven’t come here for a long time and that made me realise I have given myself less quality time than I want to. It is okay to sometimes say NO when you really want to do something else, if it’s really important your kind ones will understand you but don’t make too many sacrifices that you end up losing them. So whenever I come here I feel so at peace/ good thoughts flow inside my mind and moreover I get this positivity inside me😁 Self comes first most of the time but always for good cause #notselfish😚

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The person I didn't expect to see

I saw myvex today. Notvin some dramatic place where the universe could pretend it had planned the meeting. I saw them at a supermarket, standing near the shelves comparing two brands of coffee. I was holding a basket with three completely unnecessary things , and suddenly my carefully ordinary evening became something I hadn't prepared for. For a second, neither of us moved. It was strange seeing a face that once belongeds to such a large part of my life reduced to something familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I recognized the expression the way they stood even the little habit of touching their hair . But somehow, I no longer knew the person standing there. They smiled first . I smiled back because apparently even after everything, aomebhabits survive breakups. We asked the usual qu…

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During one of my college projects, I was given…

During one of my college projects, I was given the responsibility of preparing a presentation with a small group. I was confident about my part and assumed that everything would go smoothly.However, on the day of the presentation, I realised that I had made an important mistake in the information I had prepared. Because of my mistake, one section ofthe presentation had to be changed at the last moment.I felt embarrassed. I was worried that my group members would blame me, and for a while, I wanted to avoid talking about it. Instead, one of my teammates calmly said, “Mistakes happen. Let’s see how we can fix it.”We worked together, corrected the information and completed the presentation. It was not perfect, but wemanaged to finish it successfully.What stayed with me was not the mistake its…

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The importance of luck

I used to think success was mostly about effort. Study harder. Work longer.prepare better,and eventually the result would follow. It is comforting because it makes life feel predictable. If I fail. I can blame myself for not trying enough, and if someone succeeds. I can assume they simply worked harder. But the older I get, the more I notice how much luck quietly participates in people's lives. Two people can work equally hard and still end up in completely different places because one happened toeet the right person find the right opportunity or simply because in the right place at the right time. Someone gets an internship because a relative knows someone in the company. Another discovers an opportunity because a friend happened to share it at exactly the right moment. Even education mak…

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my exam

I still remember the day my exam result was supposed to come out. I had worked hard for it, but somewhere in my heart, I already had a fear that I might not get the marks I expected. When the result finally appeared on my phone, my hands were shaking. I opened it and saw my marks. They were much lower than I had hoped for. For a few seconds, I just stared at the screen.I felt embarrassed and disappointed. I started comparing myself with my friends. Some of them had scored much better than me, and I couldn't stop thinking, “Maybe I am not good enough.”That evening, I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I even avoided my family because I was afraid they would be disappointed in me. But my father noticed that something was wrong. He sat beside me and asked, “What happened?”I showed him my res…

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This is a story about the exact second I realized…

This is a story about the exact second I realized my father was no longer invincible.The house smelled like burnt toast and cheap black coffee.It was a Sunday morning in late October.Sunlight cut across the linoleum floor in dusty stripes.My father sat at the wooden table. He tried to lift his heavy ceramic mug.His fingers did not listen to him right away.Coffee spilled over the white rim and pooled on the wood.For forty years, those hands built stone walls and fixed car engines.Now, they trembled under the weight of an empty cup.He did not look at me.He just wiped the dark liquid with a paper towel.His shoulders were curved inward, smaller than I remembered.A lump formed in my throat.Time had stolen his strength while I was busy growing up. Nobody spoke for a long time.I walked over and t…

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The Message I Never Sent

The Message I Never Sent

There was a message I wrote a hundred times but never had the courage to send. It wasn’t anything complicated. Just a few honest words that I had been carrying for a long time. I wanted to say that I missed how things used to be. I wanted to ask if they ever thought about me too.I wanted to know whether I still mattered or if I had become just another forgotten name in their life. But every time I opened the chat, I stopped. What if they didn’t care anymore? What if my message became an inconvenience? What if the silence that already hurt became even worse after I heard their answer? So I kept deleting the words. Days turned into weeks, and eventually I stopped checking the chat. Not because I stopped caring, but because I realized that sometimes you can care about someone and still choo…

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It was a cold winter morning, and I was standing…

It was a cold winter morning, and I was standing at a bus stop waiting for my bus to college. I was already late, so I was feeling irritated. I kept checking myphone again and again, hoping the bus would arrive soon . There was an old man sitting on the bench beside me. His clothes weresimple, and he had a small cloth bag in his hands. He looked tired, but he had a peaceful smile on his face. After some time, he asked me, “Beta, is this bus going towards the hospital?”I was in a hurry and honestly didn't want to talk. I simply said, “I don't know,” and went back to looking at my phone. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was still standing there, looking at every bus carefully. Suddenly, I felt a little guilty. I asked him why he needed to go to the hospital. He quietly replied, “My wif…

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The hardest part is just getting there.

The hardest part is just getting there. 5:30am , alarm rings, and honestly getting out of bed feels like the biggest workout sometime😭 But once you make it and reach the spot that makes you feel welcomed/just happy( for me personally it’s Lalbagh) everything changes! The cool breeze, the shade from those huge old trees. The lake just sitting at the centre with cute ducks paddling around like they have absolutely nowhere to be😂. Squirrels running around, birds already awake and sweet chirping sounds thats makes you forget about everything and makes you breath into that moment. All of a sudden your very proud and glad that you made it! In this busy world this is something everybody deserves, you don’t have to run miles just step outside your bed and have a morning talk with the nature …

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