“It came when I wasn’t looking for it, and in such abundance that it caught my breath… my eyes welled up, my heart ached in the sweetest way, and all I could do was whisper a silent thank you.”

Somewhere in the world, someone is living the same storm you are.

But no two hearts break the same.
No two minds fight the same.
No two souls rise the same.
We’re never alone in our struggles —
but our way through them is ours alone.

It doesn’t thrive on show-offs or public displays.
It can exist in silence.
It can survive disagreements and fights.

True love isn’t about agreeing to everything or being lovey-dovey all the time.
It’s about responsibility — correcting each other, even when it’s uncomfortable, for the other’s good.
It’s fighting for your partner’s rights, even if they don’t see it at the moment.

True love is not in loud declarations.
It lives in quiet deeds, unseen by the world but deeply felt by the heart.

“A brother–sister bond is a blessing — by birth or by choice. You’ve grown up together, shared everything equally, even your parents’ love. How can you let go of something so rare so easily? Once a relationship slips through your fingers, it’s gone forever.”

Happy Rakshabandhan to one all ( Happy Siblings day) ❤️

“From the first hello to the final goodbye, trust is everything.”

Trust is the soul of every relationship.

Let’s stop normalizing unkindness in the name of ‘just saying.’ 

Words can cut deep—wounds don’t always show.

Stop masking cruelty as honesty or casual talk.

Let’s Go Back to the Friendship That Mattered

Back in school — we were all equals.
No ego, no status, no judgments.
Just laughter, shared lunchboxes, and pure connection.

Then life happened.
College showed us financial differences.
Work brought in titles, salaries, and silent comparisons.
Curiosity turned into competition,
jealousy slipped in quietly,
and the innocence of our bond began to fade.

But deep down, we’re still the same kids
who found joy in the simplest moments.
Can we forget the labels and roles?
Can we return to the friendship —
not the version shaped by life,
but the one we chose with our hearts?

Let’s clear the air.
Let’s reconnect.
Because life’s too short to lose something so rare.

In the end, it’s not the designations or digits that stay —
it’s the people,
the memories,
and the friendships that felt like home.

Sometimes you just drop a casual “Hey, hope you’re good!”

And boom — you get hit with the classic:

“All good, super busy, will catch up later!”

Relax buddy, I wasn’t trying to schedule a TED Talk — just checking if you’re alive! 😄

Some people treat “busy” like a badge of honour — even for replying to a hi!

“A sibling is your first best friend —
the keeper of your childhood memories.
Life may bring new bonds and take you on different paths,
but nothing should ever break the connection you were born with.
Because some ties aren’t made — they’re lived.”

When I see my friends with their fathers near,
Warm hugs and smiles bring both joy and tear.
Their fathers waiting at the door—
Awakens in me a silent, aching sore.

I walk away with a steady face,
But deep inside, I miss your grace.
Your voice, your laugh, your gentle care,
The peace I felt just knowing you were there.

If time could pause or bend its line,
I’d ask for one more moment—just one time.
To hold your hands, to hear you say,
That I’m still your little girl today.

A fleeting breath, a final glance,
To take the words I missed my chance—
To say before you had to go:
I love you, Papa, more than you’ll ever know.