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i hate sunflowers

There are people who walk into your life and stay forever. Not because they remain beside you, but because they leave behind a version of yourself that can never be the same again. You were one of those people.  Even today, after everything that has changed, I still think of you more often than I wish I did. Not because I am waiting for you to come back. Not because I expect another chance. But because some memories become so deeply woven into your existence that they stop feeling like memories. They simply become a part of who you are. There are days when I see someone wearing the same shade of nail polish you used to wear, and for a fraction of a second, my heart forgets reality. It genuinely feels as though you've just walked past me. Sometimes I pass a sunflower, and instead of admiring its beauty, I remember the way your eyes would light up whenever you saw one. There are roads I avoid, cafés I silently remember, songs I no longer play, and places that still carry pieces of co...

How Far I've Came

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Today, Google Photos reminded me of something I didn't know I needed. It showed me my first-year college photos—late 2022 and early 2023. Out of curiosity, I started scrolling through them. My first reaction was exactly what you'd expect. "Damn, I looked like that?" "Why was I smiling like that?" "I wasn't even good at posing." "I should've clicked better pictures." A hundred random thoughts crossed my mind.  But then, one thought became louder than all the others. "Bro... look how far you've come." Without even realizing it, you've kept moving forward.  Sometimes life convinces us that we're stuck—that nothing is changing, that we're living the same day over and over again. But that's not true.  Because growth isn't just about looking different. It's not just about earning more money, moving to a new city, or changing your lifestyle.  Real growth is in your mindset.  It's in the hardships...

To Everyone I Ever Met

Thank You. There is something I have realized about life that I never truly understood before.  Every person who enters our lives leaves something behind. Some leave memories, some leave scars, some leave lessons, and a few leave a part of themselves within us forever. Looking back, I cannot think of a single person who came into my life without changing me in some way.  To the people who stood beside me when life was beautiful—thank you.  To the people who walked away when life became difficult—thank you.  To the people who misunderstood me, challenged me, disappointed me, or even hurt me—thank you. You all became teachers without even realizing it.  There are lessons that no book can teach, no classroom can explain, and no amount of imagination can prepare us for. Those lessons only come through people. Through conversations, silence, trust, disappointment, kindness, distance, love, and loss.  Many of the things I understand today about life, about peop...

Protecting My Peace

I don't expand my boundaries for anyone. It doesn't matter how close we are or how old our bond is.  If your insecurities, inferiority complex, or negativity start affecting my peace, I won't accept it. People see the world through who they are. If you're unhappy with yourself, you'll often project that onto others. I'm at peace with myself. I'm grateful for what I have, proud of what I've achieved, and excited about where I'm going. That's why I'm very cold when it comes to protecting my peace. No matter who you are, I won't think twice before walking away from any relationship that brings negativity into my life.

"तेरे सिवा मेरा कौन है"

बहुत दूर तक गया था मैं, ज़िंदगी की धूप में अपने हिस्से की हार लिए, कुछ सपनों के टूटे हुए टुकड़े, कुछ उम्मीदों की राख लिए। जब लौटा अपने घर की चौखट पर, तो माँ के चेहरे ने यूँ थाम लिया मुझे, जैसे बरसों से प्यासा कोई मुसाफ़िर, पीपल की शीतल छाँव पा गया हो। क्षण भर में सारे दुःख ओझल हो गए, मानो समय ने अपने घाव समेट लिए हों, मानो कुछ टूटा ही न था, मानो मैं कभी बिखरा ही न था। फिर रात को गया मैं अपनी उस पुरानी पनाहगाह के पास, जहाँ मेरी हँसी भी सुरक्षित रही, और मेरे आँसू भी सम्मान पाते रहे। पर कल उसके द्वार बंद थे। मुझे लगा जैसे वह भी मुझसे रूठ बैठी हो— कह रही हो, "आ गए दुनिया देख कर? लोगों के चेहरे पहचान कर? जीत और हार के अर्थ समझ कर?" वर्षों का रिश्ता है हमारा, मेरी हर ख़ुशी की साक्षी, मेरे हर ग़म की हमराज़ रही है वह जगह। मैंने भी मुस्कुराकर उसकी ओर देखा और कहा— "तू भी यदि मुझसे नाराज़ होकर बैठ जाएगी, तो फिर तेरे सिवा मेरा अपना कौन है? दुनिया ने तो हर मोड़ पर परखा है मुझे, कम से कम तू तो मेरी पनाह बनी रह।"

"The Night I Thought I Had Lost Everything"

There are certain days in life that quietly arrive like any other day. The sun rises as usual, people continue with their routines, the world moves at its normal pace, and nothing appears different on the surface. Yet, for someone somewhere, that very day becomes a turning point—a day that divides life into two parts: before and after. For me, that day was 15 June 2026. It was a day that shattered my expectations, challenged my identity, tested my resilience, and forced me to confront a level of pain that I had never experienced before. Looking back now, I realize that the events of that day were not simply about heartbreak or failure. They were about loss, self-worth, expectations, dreams, and ultimately, survival. To understand why that day affected me so deeply, I must go back several years. There was someone in my life whom I had known since childhood. We had known each other since our nursery days, but over the past three years we had become particularly close. We spoke regularly,...

"The Reason I Don’t Want My Future Wife to Work"

The Reason I Don’t Want My Future Wife to Work Whenever I say, “I don’t want my future wife to work after marriage,” people are quick to judge me.  Some immediately assume that I am conservative, controlling, insecure, or narrow-minded. Some think I want a woman to stay at home because I believe she belongs there.  But the truth is far more personal than that.  Before judging my opinion, I want you to understand where it comes from. To explain it, I need to take you back to my childhood.  Since the day I was born, I have watched my mother work.  Not just work.  Work endlessly. Every single morning, before the rest of us even opened our eyes, she was already awake. She would start her day by cleaning the house, preparing breakfast, making tea, organizing things, and getting everything ready for the family. Then she would get herself ready and leave for work. Meanwhile, my father, my brother, and I would head to school or our respective responsibilities....