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Almost

Life feels full of almosts.  Almost made it,  almost said it,  almost had it. I still recall the roads not traveled, chances overlooked, love that slipped away, dreams on the brink of realization but ultimately lost, and the unspoken words that lingered in my mind. It's haunting how these 'what ifs' linger, refusing to fade with time. One 'almost' still lingers - the one I convinced myself was the turning point. I recall the anxious anticipation, the deafening wait, and the crushing stillness that followed. And then there's the person I nearly let in. I remember rehearsing those vulnerable words, only to let fear silence me. My 'almosts' are woven into everyday moments too - the days I nearly gave up but found the strength to keep going, the nights I yearned for connection but stayed quiet, the people I kept at a distance for fear of vulnerability. They're in the opportunities I let slip away, the books left unread, the unexpressed emotions, and the ...
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When life redirects

We craft our dreams, blueprint our lives, and chase our aspirations with determination.  But what happens when reality diverges from our carefully laid plans?  When love slips away, opportunities pass us by, or paths disappear? It's easy to feel lost and defeated. Yet, perhaps these moments of disappointment are not endings, but beginnings. Maybe the universe is guiding us toward something greater than we ever imagined.  As Saiki so eloquently puts it, "Sometimes, when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place." Think back to a time when you faced disappointment. Though it stung, did it ultimately lead you to something better? Life has a way of orchestrating events beyond our understanding, often using setbacks as setups for something more meaningful. Lao Tzu's wisdom echoes this sentiment: "When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." By releasing our rigid expectations, we open ourselves to surprises and detours that can l...

The intimacy of Silence

There is a rare comfort in sitting beside someone and feeling understood without uttering a single word. In a world where we’re pushed to be constantly be expressive, to explain ourselves and to articulate every feeling, there exists an almost magical power in shared silence — a kind of intimacy that words often fail to capture. In these quiet moments, connections deepen, and the space between two hearts grow smaller, free from the weight of expectations and explanations.  There are moments in life when we’re so overwhelmed, so exhausted, that even the simplest words feel heavy.  In those moments, all we want is someone who understands without forcing us to speak. The people who can sit with you in your silence, without needing to know the details, are the ones who know that sometimes, presence alone is the strongest form of support. They offer a quiet assurance that says, “You don’t have to explain yourself; I’m here, and I see you.” When life is heavy, when your heart feels ...

Living

I'm not sure what I want to be or do. All I know is that I want to live. To me, living isn't about having a big title or a fancy job. It's about enjoying the simple things. It's about feeling the morning sunshine on my face, laughing so hard it hurts, and crying to release the pain. It's about finding peace in quiet moments and letting my mind wander.  But life isn’t always sunshine and pretty skies. It’s storms that break you down, darkness that swallows you whole, and days when getting out of bed feels like swimming through raging waves. It’s the crushing burden of expectations, the fear of failure, and the lonely feeling of not fitting in. I’m tired of pretending to have it all figured out.  I’m a person, a whole, messy, complex person. I’m the quiet kid who dreams big and the friend who’s there for anyone. I’m the one who’s afraid of heights but jumps off cliffs anyway. I just want to be me, with all my flaws and strengths, my hopes and fears, my joys and sorrow...

3 years later, what life's like?

I'm picking up my pen again, and it feels amazing!  It’s truly easy to get swept away in the bunch of responsibilities, deadlines, and the never-ending grind of our daily routines.  Lately, I’ve felt this chaos more than ever. I’ve been so completely absorbed in the busyness of life that I’ve lost touch with the things that always brought me so much happiness. I've been so consumed by my responsibilities that I've lost touch with the things that bring me joy, and it's only now that I'm starting to feel the emptiness that's been growing inside me. Life can be overwhelming, and it often demands so much from us. Academic responsibilities, work commitments, family obligations, social engagements — they all pull at our time and energy. Yet, in the midst of this hustle, I believe it is necessary to pause and ask ourselves: What brings us joy? What makes our hearts sing? For me, it’s the simple pleasures: curling up with a good book, losing myself in the pages of a sto...

From the journal #2

- A new year special post This is a time of reflecting and gauging your progress. A time of observing the year that was through the lens of wisdom. There were times when everything went perfectly, and then, there were things that caused major disappointment. However, I am grateful for them all because I understand that the failures have taught me what success never will. My journal prompt for today- What are the stories you'll be carrying with you into 2022?

To the stranger,

Do you imagine coincidences happening in your mind?  Meeting an old friend in the metro,  What would you talk to them about? Well, I started doing that the moment I lost you.  Looking for you in strangers, in places where you'd usually be,  where we'd usually be. Sometimes I could even feel your presence around me,  but not you. Just strange faces around me. When our beloved ones die,  It's a tragedy but it wasn't their choice to leave you. When you left me it was worse than a tragedy,  because it was your choice.  You opt to leave me. It wasn't an incident, it was a choice. One of the most painful things I had to go through,  was to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive. It changed me over time.  More than the pain, my familiarity with some very special people changed me.  So the situation changed.  I stopped looking for you in strangers.  Even if we met someday I wouldn't even probably recognize you.  You w...