Hello guys how are you I hope you all are doing great I am also very fine so today I want to share a story of my school time Jo use samay itna nahin sikha Pai jitna aaj main usse samajh Pa rahi hun usse Sikh Pa rahi hun.
Tu mere school mein hamari 45 bacchon ke class mein sab bacche theek the normal the but unmen se ek baccha tha vah thoda sa different tha uske body humse thoda alag react karti thi uska dimag ki chalne ki speed humse thodi alag Thi uski writing thodi der Thi uski personality thodi different Thi aur uska bolane ka chij hai yad rakhne ka chijon ko craps karne ka Tarika humse alag tha. Hamen word use kar rahi hun abhi different lekin use samay yah different nahin lagta tha yah incapability lagti thi uski. Kyunki hamari society mein even use samay hamare schools mein bhi logo…
Hello guys how are you I am good and I hope you are all doing great so today I am sharing my views on very sensitive topic that is body shaving I think everything out of 10 feel this feeling in the childhood school life even in their adulthood. Sab bacchon ki badon ki अपने-अपने tarike hote Hain isase handle karne ke lekin sabka nature ek jaisa nahin hota if you all know that we have to type of people that is one introvert and other is extrovert iftrovert people who is very out spoken feel body shaving they shootout for themselves a call out immediately aapko Suna denge dant denge aur jab aap De denge lekin kuchh bacche hoti hai ghar jakar Puri Raat uske upar think karenge Ghar jakar shishe mein dekhenge aur aapke sath agri karenge ki han theek hai to bol raha hai main Mota Hun to hun mere …
The meeting began late repeated information everyone already knew and ended Without a clear decision I watched the clock ⏰ while trying to stay polite by the time I returned to my desk I was frustrated not because the work was difficult but because the hour had seemed to disappear without.
Instead of complaining to everyone I wrote down what needed to happen next and sent a short summary. At least something useful came from the time I realized irritation becomes easier to manage when I turn it toward a practical step I cannot redesign every meeting but I can help.
I have a theory that my bed is secretly working against my ambitions.
Because explain why I'm perfectly energetic until I decide to do something productive.
The moment I open a textbook, my body suddenly remembers it hasn't rested since 2014.
My eyes get heavy. My back hurts. My brain shuts down.
But the SECOND I decide to watch a series?
Miraculous recovery.
Suddenly, I have the energy to watch eight episodes, analyse fictional relationships, and investigate the entire cast's personal lives.
And mornings?
My alarm rings at 7 a.m.
I negotiate with it like a hostage negotiator.
"Five more minutes."
Five minutes later, we're discussing a possible extension.
By 9 a.m., I've successfully convinced myself that sleep is essential for personal growth.
Honestly, I don't think I'm lazy.
I think my …
My phone 📱 rang while everything was sitting down to eat I almost ignored it assuming the call could wait but something madevme check the screen it was a family member asking a simple question about tomorrow's plans the conversation took less than a minute yet it made the evening.
After hanging up, , I returned to the table and listened more carefully to the conversation already happening. I realized I often divide attention between people physically present and people reaching me from elsewhere. There is no perfect balance, but I can at least choose when to be fully here.
I have noticed that I was doing the same since my college days. Me and my friend used to study in group..just the two of us and I was the one who is mostly distracted...sometimes I miss our study group session and I wis…
A parcel arrived wrapped in layers of reused paper and tape. with the corners folded neatly. I expected something ordinary inside , and it was, still, the care taken with the packaging made me smile 😁. Someone had spent extra minutes protecting a simple item that could easily have been sent carelessly.
So it was a plastic bottle. It was simple one but the care they took to make sure that this bottle is safe made me pause and smile. It reminds me of how my parents pampered suring winter with a quiet lot of dress.
I stayed the paper for another use and put the item away it reminded me that effort does not always need to be expensive to feel thoughtful.The package was not beautiful 😍 because it was new it was meaningful because somebody had paid attention I want to bring that same.
The ride home was unusually quiet . No one played videos aloud and the driver kept the radio 📻 low enough that the sound blended with traffic 🚦 I watched shop lights pass and noticed how tired my reflection looked in the window for once I did not reach for my phone 📱 to entertain myself.
When I stepped down , the air outside felt cooler than expected. I walked the remaining distance slowly, lerring the day settle instead of reviewing every unfinished tasks. Nothing special had happened, but the quiet journey gave me a gentle boundary between work and home . I needed that more than entertainment.
Sometimes all I need is just a moment of peace to organise my thoughts and I am glad that I got it in the car so that I will and not be over stimulated.
I found the spare key 🗝️ in a drawer while searching for a rubber band it's tag was faded , and for a moment I could not remember which lock it belonged to, I tested it carefully later and discovered it opened the old storage cupboard everyone had stopped using. I actually forgot that it existed.
Inside were a few boxes that needed sorting but nothing urgent I closed the door 🚪 again and placed the key somewhere labeled. The discovery reminded me how easily useful things become mysteries when nobody records where they belong. A small label may save someone else a frustrating search in the.
There is a myth that I didn't believe that it is a myth. It is that, what we search when we need cannot be found and when we don't seek for it, it simply always in our site. It is meant for a product…
The shoes by the entrance had begun to split at the sides, and I noticed the worn sales while tying them. I had kept postponing a replacement because they still worked. Looking at them. I remembered all the places they had carried me rainly streets, long queues, and rushed morning.
I cleared the dust from them before deciding whether to repair or replace them it felt silly to feel attached to shoes yet they had quietly been part of so many days objects become meaningful through use not price I will let them go when needed but not without acknowledging.
And then I remembered the quote about wanting to repair and the importance of it. I felt a little proud at making sure not to waste things and repairing and reusing instead of
Today I helped an elderly women carry her groceries when I noticed her struggling near the bus stop. She insisted that she could manage but her trembling hands suggested otherwise. Before leaving she held my hand and said that I reminded her of her daughter. I smiled though something inside me softened.
Lately I had been feeling invisible wondering whether the little things I did mattererd to anyone. On the bus home I caught myself smiling at the window. Perhaps happiness wasn't always a grand achievement kr someone's approval. Sometimes it was simply discovering that my ordinary presence could make someone's difficult day easier.
Today, I discovered my best friend had celebrated her birthday without me. I stared at the photograph remembering how I have stayed awake helping her study while was struggling. My chest felt hollow as though something I had relies on had quietly disappeared.
I cried then scrolled through our old messages searching for when I had become so easy to exclude.
Eventually I deleted the message I have typed and made myself dinner. It tasted like nothing. I realised I wasn't just mourning a friendship..I was mourning the person I had been while desperately trying to keep it alive.
The clinic waiting room was full so I chose a small chair near the window a child beside me was tracing circles on a fegged glass panel while their parent filled out paperwork the ordinary scene made the waiting feel less clinical and reminded me that everyone there had a.
When my name was called I felt calmer than when I had arrived. The visit itself was routine but watching people quietly care for one another changed the atmosphere I cannot know what anyone was facing and I did not need to a little patience made the shared space 🌌 easier.
The first rain after a long hot week arrived while I was returning from the shop. The road smalled of dust and people gathered beneath awnings with bags held close. I was annoyed 😠 about getting damp until I noticed how relieved 😌 everyone looked as the temperature 🌡️ finally softened it made.
I reached home with wet sleeves and place the groceries on the counter. The weather had interrupted my plans but it had also changed the mood of the street I made tea and listened to the rain against the window. Sometimes the thing that inconvenience usvis also what we.
Today I discovered that the colleague everyone gossip about is actually the kindest person in our office. When the office printer jammed minutes before my presentation everyone laughed at my panic but she stayed behind and help me fix everything.
Later she shared her lunch with me admitting she often ate alone because people misunderstood her quietness. I felt ashamed remebering how easily I beleived their stories. Yet sitting beside her laughing over our terrible cooking skills, I felt genuinely happy. Walking home I realised how many wonderful people we might miss simply because we listen to the wrong voices.
There was a time when I thought being productive meant doing everything on time, completing every task perfectly, and never leaving anything unfinished. I made mental listsof things I needed to accomplish, and whenever something remained incomplete, I felt guilty. Even the things I once loved started feeling like responsibilities I had to fulfill.
One evening, while searching for my notebook, I discovered a library book hidden beneath a pile of papers. I picked it up and suddenly remembered that it was due the next morning.
I had promised myself that I would finish the final chapters days ago, but somehow, one task had led to another, and reading had become something I kept postponing.
My first instinct was to rush through the remaining pages. I wanted to finish the book, return it on time…
Yesterday, I deliberately stayed quiet on our usual friend group. That is something I rarely do. Hours passes and nobody noticed. It was like a punch in the gut. The conversation continued with jokes and complaints and random pictures m as though my silence had never existed.
I kept checking my phone feeling embarassed by how desperately I wanted someone to ask me if I was okay.
Later, one friend messaged me but only to ask for the notes. I sent them that anyway then started at the screen wondering when I had become useful rather then important.
That night, I finally understood that I had been confusing being needed with being valued. For the first time, I decided to stop proving my worth to people who noticed my presence only when they needed something from me.
Music drifted through the wall while I tried to finish a task and at first it irritated me. Then an old song began playing..the one my family used to hear on weekend mornings. The tune brought back the smell of breakfast and sunlight across the floor before I could stop 🛑.
I still remember the cold winter morning where I stayed up late in bed trying to sleep again in my favourite whether while trying not to feel guilty cause my mom is working on the kitchen and I was just chilling. But then I the wind brought me a humming from my mom humming this same song and that was so refreshing that I got up from my bed and joined her in the kitchen and started humming. Hearing this, my father from the hall watching newspaper sang the lyrics of the song in a loud voice and in the wrong way intentiona…
I found a library book beneath a stack of notebooks 📓 and realized it was due the next morning I had meant to finish the final chapters day ago but other tasks kept taking over Rather then rushing through everything i read for half an hour and accepted that I might just not complete this story in time.
The story was better when I stoped treating it like another deadline. I packed the book beside my keys so I would remember it an the way out . The small mistake reminded me that hobbies can become stressful when I turn them into obligations.
So from then I have tried to change my perspective in seeing everything that needs to be done on the last minute as a chore, I will usually treat it as a chore rather than an intresting hobby that I chose. So then things will become much better.
Th…
Hello guys how are you I am good and I also hope you are doing great so today I am sharing my life experience and my feelings with you. You know parents are your best supporter . But sometime Jo kuch unkahi expectations hoti hai vah aapko itni chubh jaati Hai jitni aapko kahkar bhi nahin chhubegi. Aap padh rahe ho kuch achieve karna chahte ho kuchh Banna chahte ho ultimately aapke parents bhi yHi chahte Hain ki aap jald se jald Apne pairon per khade ho lekin kuchh chijen aise hoti hai jo time mangte Hain. Kuchh chijen aise hote hain jinhen achieve karne ke liye Jo process hota hai vah kafi Lamba hota Hai. Kai jagah parents force karte Hain to you will settle on a bare minimum. But Kai jagah aisa hota hai ki parents force nahin kar rahe hote hain vah kahate Hain ki aap apna time Lo leki…
Hello guys how are you I hope you all are doing great I am also very good so today I am sharing with you my feeling it was my own story and I know most of you can relate with this story. So I have completed my graduation and post graduation and I want to become a teacher and my parents also want me to become a teacher. But the process is very long or khoob sare competitive exam aapko dene padte hain aur competition bhi bahut Hai har dusre maximum girls jo hai vah is field mein aana chahte hain aur teacher is a very noble profession or aapane dusron ko educate karna hai to aapka education jo hai vah use level ka hona chahie.
Aapko best competitive exam dene padenge 10 mein se ho sakta hai aapko panch bar failure mile panch bar success per mile lekin yah bahut hi Lamba process hai aur ise a…
While clearing the table I found a jar full of coins 👛 and realized I had been dropping change into it for months Without noticing it was not enough to buy anything exciting but counting it felt satisfying. Each coin had arrived from an ordinary purchase a bus fare or a.
I decided to keep the jar for a practical purpose instead of spending it casually. The amount was small yet it represented a habit that had quietly worked I often wait for big financial changes while overlooking tiny choices. Tonight the coins 👛 reminded me that progress can accumulate without making.
I walked confidently into the wrong office and began explaining why I was there before noticing the unfamiliar faces, Everyone paused then someone pointed me toward the correct room with a smile 😊. I apologized , feeling my cheeks warm and hurried away while replying the mistake in my head.i felt.
Minutes later I realized nobody had treated it as a serious event . They had probably forgotten it already while I was still carrying the embarrassment I found the right office and completed when I needed. The mistake became a story rather than a disaster once I stopped giving it so.
A cup sat beside the sink when I entered the kitchen, and I nearly complained about whoever had left it there. Then I noticed my own plate from breakfast still waiting nearby. I washed both, feeling slightly humbled by how quickly I noticed other people's unfinished chores and ignored mine.
The kitchen looked better in less than five minutes.Nobody knew I had changed my mind and no conversation was necessary I realized shared spaces work when everyone takes responsibility before resentment builds . The cup had not been a major problem my assumption that it was someone else's job had.
I was halfway through cooking 🍳 when I discovered there was no salt🧂 left in the container. The shops were already closing and dinner 🍽️ was nearly ready. After a brief debate with myself I knocked on the next door and asked whether anyone could spare a little. The request felt awkwardly.
Because usually we don't talk. Not because of some bitterness or hate but because of mixed schedules and not being able to be at the common time and place. And also partly because of the laziness in actually knowing people and just living on screen.
The neighbour passed me a small 🥣 and asked for nothing in return I brought it back with thanks and returned the bowl of salt later. I have washed and dry the dishes. And then we exchanged a few words in the corridor more than we usually did a missing ingre…
An email from my supervisor sounds sharper than I expected, and I read it repeatedly, searching for hidden criticism. I nearly replied defensively before noticing the message was simply brief. The sender had probably been busy, while I had filled the silence between sentences with my own worries. I kept.
And sometimes I think this is the disadvantage of having a screen to communicate cause the cold and unresponsive lines could never express the shaking hands that typed the messages or the tears behind the screen...it is just empty text that could mean anything. But then that is how the world works. So instead of giving it emotions that it does not have, I decided to turn off my over thinking mind and read it again.
I waited reread the details and answered the actual question instead of …
I am approximately 700 times more interesting in my imagination than I am in real life.
In real life, I struggle to order food without rehearsing my sentence.
In my imagination? I'm delivering speeches that leave entire auditoriums speechless.
The confidence. The vocabulary. The perfectly timed dramatic pauses.
Honestly, someone should give imaginary me an award.
And don't even get me started on imaginary arguments.
Someone says something mildly rude to me in real life, and I respond with, "Haha, yeah."
That's it.
That's my entire defence.
But three hours later, while taking a shower?
OH, IT'S ON.
Suddenly, I have seventeen devastating comebacks, three philosophical observations, and a closing statement so powerful that the imaginary audience starts applauding.
The person who offended me i…
But how mubch of me is left in me?
There was a time
when people asked me to describe myself
and I gave them a list of all the things that made me: me
I used to say I draw
I used to say I paint
I used to say I sing,
Never well but I did
I used to say I danced
like a joker but I did
I used to say I knit
no sweater in hand but I did
I used to say I embroider
No handkerchief marked but I did
I used to say I craft
All holders in disarray but i did
I used to say I write
just a book to show but i did.
I Used To.
Three words thT lie heavier on my chest than his “ I hate you. “
These are things that defined me,
or those that I had thought made me myself and built who i am.
But lately, I do not have the time or the nergy to get back to them.
Waking up in itself feels like a task.
No amount of r…
I think my biggest problem is that I get attached to people without even realizing it. It starts with something so small, like waiting for their texts, remembering the little things they tell me, or smiling at my phone because of one stupid message. And before I know it, they’ve become a part of my everyday routine.
The worst part is that I never show how attached I actually am. I act normal, reply casually, and pretend that I don’t care that much. But deep down, I notice everything.
The change in their tone, the late replies, the conversations that suddenly feel different. I notice when the energy isn’t the same anymore, even when nobody says anything.
And honestly, I hate that about myself sometimes. Because how can someone become so important to me when I don’t even know what I mean to…
The lift stopped on several floors and each pause made me check the time on my phone. A neighbour entered carrying paint cans and apologized for slowing everyone down . We exchanged a joke about the lift being more patient than either of us it was the first conversation we had.
When the doors opened, we went separate ways, but I found myself smiling on the stairs later. I often treat waiting as stolen time, although it sometimes gives people a chance to speak. The delay had not changed my schedule much. It had simply made the building feel less anonymous.
I realized halfway through the afternoon that I had forgotten a relative's birthday. The date was in my calendar 📆,but a notification had disappeared beneath work messages.Guilt arrived immediately, followed by the temptation to pretend I had remembered all along. Instead, I called and admitted it honestly. I felt.
They laughed at my apology and said the day had been busy anyway. We talked longer than we usually do and the conversation became more meaningful than a quick greeting might have been I still wish I had remembered earlier but honesty gave us a chance to connect instead of.
