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I REMEMBER YOU

Last night, I saw you in my dream… and it felt so real. You were talking to me, even scolding me for wanting to go out in the cold—exactly like you used to. For a moment, it didn’t feel like a dream at all. There was a time when seeing you in my dreams would make me cry a lot—not because the dream was sad, but because waking up without you felt unbearable. That moment—when reality hits—was always the hardest, and it scared me more than anything. But this time was different. When I woke up, I didn’t cry. Instead, I realized something… it had been days since I last saw you in my dreams, and years since I last saw you, touched you, or felt your presence the way I once could. And somehow, I’ve just been going on with life. I don’t really say this out loud to people, but I miss you. I truly do. People often say that after a few years, you forget the voice, the smell, the little details of someone you’ve lost. But I don’t think that’s true. Not at all. Your voice still echoes in my mind, you...
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More Than Just a T-Shirt

Today, something happened that made me question not just my outfit, but the mindset of our so-called “modern” society. A woman in a position of authority approached me at work and told me—rather bluntly—that my outfit was inappropriate. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt. Not see-through, not sleeveless, not cropped. Just a simple, regular T-shirt. And yet, I was accused of being “undisciplined” and of making others uncomfortable. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. I stood there trying to understand what she even meant. Are we not in 2025? Are women still being judged for wearing basic, modest clothes? We talk about progress, breaking stereotypes, and empowering women—but there I was, being told my simple T-shirt was a problem. Not because I violated a dress code, but because someone felt uncomfortable with it. What’s worse is how quickly it turned into a subtle attack on my character. Apparently, the fit of my shirt made “everything visible” and was “too tight,” i...
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This Wasn’t Just a Trophy—It Was Redemption

Cricket has always been more than just a sport for me—it's been The thing since childhood. I for sure don’t know how to play it, but watching, I could do that like a Pro.  For me, it holds a piece of my childhood, a core memory, something so pure and comforting. And honestly, if I could, I’d pay a zillion bucks just to relive those carefree days filled with cheers, and heartbreaks. And today, as RCB finally lifted that    trophy, it honestly felt like I was destined to love cricket just for this moment. Now, To begin with I’m not even a huge IPL fan—never have been. Something about watching our Indian players pitted against each other always rubbed me the wrong way. And when I did watch, it was usually for CSK or MI and I never really cared for RCB,    used to feel bad for Kholi but me not being his greatest fan I never took their loss to the core.  Yet, yesterday was different. There was something that made me root for them- maybe it was Kohli, maybe it wa...
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A letter to my Guardian Angel ✨

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  Days have passed and years have gone by, yet it's still so hard to believe that you aren’t with us. Birthdays came and went, and every Father’s Day that passed used to feel special, but now it just feels empty. I regret not spending more time with you and not taking you out as often as I should have. From driving me to school every day to teaching me how to drive even when I was reluctant, our time together flowed by so swiftly. I don’t remember a single day when you weren’t worried about me. You were my shield, protecting me from the world, and when you left, that barrier disappeared. It was hard for me to face the world without you. I felt lost, left with nothing but memories. I always wanted to grow up and give you back all the things you had given me. If only you were here now, life would be so much better. I would take you out for drives and shopping trips, which you loved the most. How I wish you could see me grow just a little longer.  Six years have passed, and I sti...
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Life’s unpredictability “ART Of LETTING GO”

Unraveling the Myth of Friendship: “A Journey Through Nostalgia and Adaptability” Life has an uncanny way of taking us down unexplored paths, and sometimes, the dreams we  hold dear are left in its wake.   There were no disputes, no heated arguments; we never even had the chance to discuss the potential future that lay ahead. Instead, we simply drifted apart.   When we bid farewell, it was with a touch of innocence, an assumption that the bonds we cherished would remain unchanged. In our minds, life seemed as straightforward as the tales told in movies and novels – friends sticking together through thick and thin, fulfilling ea ch other's dreams, standing as bridesmaids and groom's best men. The notion of friends unwavering through life's trials, granting each other's wishes, and standing beside one another on momentous o ccasions was our shared ideal. These cinematic ideals cast a shadow over our reality, and as a result, promises made in the spirit of those ideals beg...
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Beauty in your scars

"The Triumph of Resilience"   The scars and marks upon your skin, They bear the tales of where you've been. To all the struggles you've outrun, A testament to how far you came. They show how you fought through trials and flame. With courage, you faced every charge, These scars, your souvenirs of strength and love. When society mocks with its judgments and jeers, Let your scars tell the tale of your triumphs and tears,  And speak of your courage, so loud and clear. And when you doubt, when love's out of sight,  Your scars will be a voice so kind. They'll whisper courage when you're feeling low. And in their presence, your confidence will grow. So, let yourself free, be true, In the face of mockery Let your scars speak of what you've been through. Let your scars speak of the medal you’ve scored. 
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Me

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There's a void inside me, dark and hollow. Not a flicker of hope to keep me going, Just the desire to let it go. I want to be happy, I want to be loved, I want to be with the one I love. But everything keeps changing and unfolding, Stumbling and crashing. My head and heart, both remain fogged. All I wish for is to find the smile I long lost somewhere, All I want is a life that counts, All I desire is the touch of love, But all I find is the void that hurts.
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