A couple of days ago I watch a video on YouTube. The creators call themselves as The Grim Network. The videos are fairly simple. Two people converse with each other on various topics. In the videos they often speak about family and spirituality. Inspired from there videos I decided to implement some of these learnings in my daily life to strengthen the family. Here I would like to share some of the easy rituals which will connect us with our family in a better way.
First ritual that I restarted was the 'device free meal time'. I deliberately mentioned restarted because this did not exist in my childhood. When I was a child that time it was completely forbidden to do anything during the meal time except for having the meal. Conversations were allowed but during the meal it was forbidden t…
Lavanya is a cheerful young girl who has just completed her intermediate education and is preparing to join college for the first time.
After the counselling process,she is excited and nervous about starting her degree journey.
On her first college day, her loving mother encourages her to hurry and reminds her to do well. Lavanya shares a special bond with her mother, who has raised her as a single parent. Her brother also teases her for being slow but motivates her to go to college.
With her family's blessings, lavanya leaves home for her first day of college, unaware that this new beginning is about to change her life forever.
And somewhere in that college............
HER DESTINED LOVE IS WAITING FOR HER
This is the starting story line up actually this story was writte…
I was in an operational meeting. I was serving as a domain expert in that meeting. Other attendees in the meeting were people from management and higher up, who had no domain knowledge. The topic of discussion was how to respond to the escalation received from the client and which action should be proposed as a preventive action.
The project manager asked, " do we have anybody who has resigned? "
" Yes we have two associates and 3 quality reviews who have resigned," thr team manager responded.
" Fantastic that is our solution. Let's inform the client that because of these five people the quality had dipped. As a preventive measure we are removing these five people from the project. There is no need for any further action. We will off board them and we will ask them for their early releas…
Every morning, Arjun placed his degree certificates beside newspapers. The certificates proved his qualification; the newspapers decided whether hope would arrive that day again there. He had studied for years, believing education would eventually bring a stable job. Now his biggest daily task was waiting for the next vacancy notice. His room had become a strange workplace without employment: books on the bed, notes on the wall, examination dates circled repeatedly, and silence everywhere around. He was not lazy, and he was not unwilling to work. He simply belonged to a generation where finding an opportunity had become incredibly difficult. Outside his window, Bengal continued moving. Buses carried workers, shops opened, trains departed, while young people like Arjun watched their futures…
One of the realisations I wish I knew before was that no matter what you do during the day with other people like hang out with them, eat with them, talk to them, listen to them, literally anything.. at the end of the day it's always you, I will say this again, YOU!!! are the one who can make your dreams come true, YOU!!! are the one who needs to work hard, work smart to achieve what you deserve. YOU!!! are the one who needs to make the decisions for yourself.
I wish someone had told me to become a little selfish earlier. I used to think about others feelings getting hurt but never thought of my feelings getting hurt. It made sense, when I finally realised that I can never make someone happy when I am not happy myself. We can't share something that we don't own. "We can't share empty wra…
My husband asked me to pick his shoes from the outside while he was getting ready for office. I was making him breakfast and was drench in sweat, but I rushed to the lobby to follow my husband's order. Then he yelled me to not bringing the socks along with. Again I ran to the cupboard to grab the stuff.
After following the orders, doesn't matter how I was treated, I felt happiness to fulfill his orders as any obeying wife could do. And it's keep going since eighteen years of marriage.
He left for office and I received a call from him at the lunch time. He was shouting on the phone in front of his colleagues for putting so much oil to make the lunch, and it was so tasteless. I apologized even without complaining for his behaviour, as I am here always for accepting it. Because I am his wife…
When a girl grow destiny already planned for her ..
Ab vo dheere dheere badi hoti hai pdhayi ka pressure..uske bad job ke liye bhagti hai uske bad job lagne ke bad finally she was happy but unfortunately uske ghrwale bolte hai ki beta shaddi krlo ab Varna Umar nikal jaygi
Mai bolti hu ky hai Umar jo ye bar bar muje mere khush hone se rokte hai muje dur karte hai apne se kya mai unke liye schme ak bojh thi ( kya ladkiyon ko dusre Ghar Jana hi padta hai kya hum apna khudka Ghar nhi bna skte usme hum sub milkr khush rhenge )
Par nahi
Asa bhi hota samaj bolta hai ladkiyon ko jada bhar mat bhejo bigad jaygi are mai bolti hu
Konsa samaj konse 4 log mai vo karungi jo mere mann mai ayga muje koi ni rok skta even my own family was not having that right to Stop me cause
I wanna became unstoppab…
Riya met Arjun on her first college day when rain flooded the courtyard. He offered his umbrella, and she laughed, saying she preferred getting wet. That small moment became friendship. Riya came from a Scheduled Caste family; Arjun belonged to a traditional Brahmin household that valued old customs despite differences. They studied together, shared cheap canteen tea, and waited outside examination halls. Without realizing it, their ordinary college days slowly became precious memories for both. After two years, Arjun finally confessed his love beside the college library. Riya smiled through tears because she had secretly waited for those beautiful words. They knew their families might reject them. Still, they promised not to run away, hide forever, or abandon their love when things became…
There are places we leave behind, people we grow apart from, and versions of ourselves we quietly outgrow.But leaving something behind doesn’t mean it disappears completely.
Some things follow us.A sentence someone once said.
A habit we picked up from a person we no longer talk to.
A song that still reminds us of a particular year.
A street we haven’t visited in years but could probably walk through with our eyes closed.
Maybe growing up isn’t really about letting go of everything.Maybe it’s about learning what deserves to come with us.
We carry lessons from people who hurt us, even when we wish we hadn’t met them.We carry kindness from people who treated us gently.
We carry the courage of someone who believed in us when we didn’t believe in ourselves.We carry pieces of childhood into adu…
Arjun grew up in a small farming family where every rupee was earned through hard work. Their house was old, their fields were modest. Almost every relative they had was wealthy. Some owned businesses, some drove expensive cars, and some lived in beautiful houses across the city. Whenever the relatives visited, Arjun's parents welcomed them warmly. But behind their smiles, they sometimes felt the silent weight of comparison and judgment. People often asked Arjun's father, "When will your son become successful?" He would smile and answer, "He is trying. His time will come." Arjun heard those words many times. They sounded like hope, but they also felt like responsibility. He knew his parents were waiting for him. Every morning, his father worked in the fields before sunrise. His mother mana…
The next evening, her phone lit up.
"I think you're ready now."
She took a deep breath.
"Tell me who are you."
A few seconds later, the reply appeared.
"It's me, the girl you used to be."
She froze.
Then another message came.
"I'm not a person from your past. I'm the part of you that you left behind.
She looked at the old diary.
The dreams.
The little promises.
The things she once wanted but slowly stopped believing it.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
The messages were never about someone coming back.
They were about her coming back to herself.
She smiled, wiped her eyes, and opened a fresh page in her diary.
This time, she didn't write about what she had lost.
She wrote about what she wanted to become.
She closed the diary and looked at her reflection.
For the first tim…
Rohan was an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy with big dreams and a loving family. He enjoyed playing online games after school. At first, gaming was only a hobby. He played for an hour or two, finished his homework, and went to sleep. Then he discovered a competitive game that made him feel powerful. Every victory brought excitement, and every defeat made him desperate. Soon, one more game became five more games. He stopped noticing the time. His books remained untouched while his phone stayed in his hands. His parents noticed the change. Rohan became quiet, impatient, and angry whenever they asked him to stop playing. His schoolwork began to suffer. His grades dropped, his friends moved ahead, and he started missing important classes. Still, Rohan believed he could control the game. He to…
George Orwell’s 1984 is one of the books that I can not stop talking about; one book that i will never never run out of words for, and yet a book that in a new way everytime, seems to drive me speechless.
I was merely 17 when I firat read the narrative and re-read it time and again. Today, I am 22, and I still go back to it and am fascinated at how someone could be so farsighted and presently universally relevant.
Written in 1948, during the cold war era, and the context of post world war 2. The world faced a threat of living on continuous brink of another large scale crisis and Orwell wondered under such conditions, what would it be like, 46 years into the future if these circumstances, politics and tendencies prevailed.
The narrative is, thus, a fiction set in such world as Orwell would…
The Little Girl Lost Her Mother At Age 4.And Her Father While Coming To Hostel To Meet Her
Once there was a girl👶 who lived in a happy family.But one day suddenly her mother told her that she is going to die 😔but the small girl of four age don't know the meaning ☠️. No one can feel the pain 😭 of small girl who saw her mother dieing. From then on she became the brave🤙 girl.But her father did not had much time to take care of her. So he took her to hostel and then he said he will be coming to see her. Yeah he did come.One day her father came to see her and she was so happy 😊 to see him with her. But suddenly the next day she got the 🗞️ that his father died. His father left the note. In which he wrote about leaving 🙁her. The note goes like this ''My child don't wait for me. I'm going to see your mother and she is so far away from me, just keep my frame near your bed and sleep. And…
Success has many fathers but failure is an orphan.
It was a regular working day. We received an invitation for an Ad Hoc meeting. We were asked to assemble in the conference room. We heard from one of the colleagues that the customer had raised a concern which our management was considering to be an escalation.
We gathered in the conference room. Our manager looked worried, "this morning we have received an email from the client. They are worried that the pace of project is not what they had expected. According to them the progress is really slow. Moving at snail's speed is what they mentioned in the email. I wanted all of you to know that this is definitely not good for the project. I know all of you have been working hard but it is not enough. I particularly want to check with Asha."…
At first, social media felt like a window to a bigger world.
I could talk to people I had never met, discover new ideas, learn things in seconds, find opportunities, and express thoughts I was too shy to say out loud. Some days, a simple post from a stranger made me feel understood. A tutorial taught me something useful. A message from a friend could turn a terrible day around.
For someone who felt stuck in their little world, the internet made everything feel possible.
But slowly, that same window became a mirror.
I started checking how everyone else was living. Someone was travelling. Someone got selected for something. Someone looked happier. Someone seemed more successful. I knew those were only moments from their lives, but somehow, I started comparing them with my entire life.
I wou…
It was a crisp morning of December. Most of the people from the customer's side had already begun their vacations. Only a few people from the client's side were still working and completing their pending tasks before beginning there own vacations.
For me it was just a usual working day. I had spent my entire Diwali working on a project so that it could be delivered before December. I would also be working when the client would be away. I was not at all excited about the festive season that my client was celebrating. Suddenly an Email popped up in my inbox. It read, " Dear Amruta, We appreciate your work on the project. You ensured that it would be delivered and reviewed before December. We are aware of the additional hours you have put in to ensure quality completion and submission. I t…
Nothing unusual happened that morning.
The sun came up. People rushed to work and college. Messages arrived. Someone complained about being late. Someone laughed at a stupid joke.
And I went through the day like I always did.
I replied when people spoke to me. I laughed at the right moments. I finished what I had to finish. Nobody had a reason to ask if something was wrong.
But something was.
That day, I had been carrying a feeling I couldn't explain. Not sadness exactly. Not anger either.
Just… heaviness.
The strange kind where you want someone to look at you for a second longer and somehow understand.
Nobody did.
At lunch, someone asked, “Why are you so quiet?”
I smiled and said, “Just tired.”
They accepted the answer.
Later, I almost told someone what was actually going on. I had the …
There was a time when night felt brighter.
Not because the streets had more lights, or the sky had more stars, but because we were children and everything around us felt magical.
Summer nights meant sitting outside with family, feeling the cool breeze after a long, hot day. The sound of distant conversations, the occasional barking of a dog, the smell of dinner coming from kitchen, and the endless stories adults used to tell us.
We didn't have expensive phones to keep us awake. We had friends waiting outside.
We played until someone from home shouted our name.
"Come inside! It's getting late!"
And somehow, those words were the saddest sound of the night.
We would sit under the streetlights, sharing jokes that weren't even funny, talking about things that didn't really matter, and laugh…
तुम हा तुम केवल सुंदर मत बन्ना...सक्षम बनना
Apni kamiyabi ke sitaro ko apne kandhe par lakar chalna .. sunder toh sub hai tum saksham banna
Jub log thumari batt kare toh...
Thumari kamiyabi ki
Thumare achepann ki
Thumare आत्मसमन ki
Thumare ache dill ki
Or
Thumare sunder hone ka zikar subse akhir mai ho..❤️✨
Aksar log akhir mai aukatt dikha hi dete hai jub jab mai pessa nhi hota
Vo bta dete hai ki haa apne bhi apne nhi hote jub shi time ata hai par...
Tum apne liye jeena apne liye mehnat Krna kyuki zindagi thumari hai logo ki nahi✨❤️
Shree krishn kehte hai
Logo ko bolne do tum apna karam karo logo ka kya hai vo kbhi chup nhi honge परंतु thume ander se khokla kar jaynga isliye iseey pehle ye sub ho mai thume bta deti hu jao itna padho ki jo bola karte they ye kuxni kar pa…
