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The Seams of the Sky 🌌

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I sat on the veranda, closing my book without finishing the page, drawn instead to the sky stretched out in front of me. It was right after the rain. The air was still. The world felt washed clean. Everything softer, quieter, almost unreal. In the distance, the tops of trees rose as if they were trying to touch the sky. And between them, I noticed something strange. A faint white line, like an outline separating them, as though the sky and the trees were two parts of a drawing that had not fully blended. For a moment, a thought crossed my mind. Is this world a canvas? Did some god, somewhere beyond all this, sit down and paint it into existence? Or is it something else entirely? I remembered a small game I used to play as a child. I would draw a world on paper, place an ant inside it, and watch it move, trapped within the lines I had made. I thought I was giving it a world. But really, I was controlling it. What if this world is just that? A game. A creation. A quiet amusement. What if...
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WHO AM I? An Existential Reflection

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  I was born a girl. That was the first classification given to me. Before I could form a thought of my own, society had already formed one for me. Biology slowly became biography. As I grew, I was never introduced as a soul, only as a relation. Someone’s daughter. Someone’s sister. Someone’s granddaughter. My existence seemed to function as an extension of others. I was not seen as an origin, but as a connection. School did not ask who I was either. It described me instead. The brown girl. The overweight one. The quiet one with long hair. My body became a definition. My appearance became a language people used to understand me. No one asked what dreams lived inside me. In college, my identity shifted again. I was known by where I came from, what I wore, and who I spent time with. I was judged by my background and my clothes. Society rarely sees the individual first. It sees context. Work replaced my name with a designation. My value became measurable and productive. I was evaluate...
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Poison of Love

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  I have felt the poison of love for the first - and the - last time!! Love is a vine when it is shared. It grows around two hearts, holds gently, keeps them alive. But sometimes love turns poisonous when it is carried alone. It haunts every corner of the soul when it has nowhere to go. The heart aches without rest. The soul cries in a language no one hears. The body reacts before the mind understands. Eyes grow heavy. Blood turns cold. The mirror is forgotten. Still, my body remembers the bitterness, as if it has grown addicted to you. I think of you becoming someone else’s. You loving her. Holding her hand. Losing yourself in her eyes. Touching her skin as if it were always meant for you. STOP!!!, my soul cries, but longing does not stop when asked. I never invited you. You drifted in unannounced, rested on my tongue, and stayed. Now you are taken away, yet I still crave you. I still taste that strange, lingering presence of you that refuses to disappear. So let this poison remai...
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When My “Negatives” Became My Greatest Strengths.

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 Once, a teacher asked us to write about our positives and negatives. I remember staring at the paper for a long time. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I had lived too much to pretend anymore. When I finally wrote, my positives looked uncomfortable on paper : selfish self-centred obsessed with myself against society  someone who keeps strong boundaries. When my teacher read it, she looked at me with doubt. She asked if I was sure those were my positives. She reminded me that I was human, that I should have values, empathy, and concern for others, and told me not to be selfish. But I stood there, confident in my answer. Because what she saw as flaws were not qualities I was gifted with. They were qualities I survived into. I wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t born selfish or self-centred. I was once a people pleaser who tolerated too much and stayed silent for too long. I carried others’ comfort at the cost of my own peace. That version of me paid a heavy price. The...
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The Slow Art of Living

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Sometimes I wonder if the greatest curse of human life is the way we rush through it. Everything else on this earth lives at its own gentle pace. Nothing in nature hurries, yet everything happens perfectly on time. Buds take days to open. Rivers travel miles to meet the sea, carving rocks slowly, shaping hard stones into smooth pebbles over years. The sky changes its colors from dawn to dusk in its own rhythm. Trees stretch their roots deep into the soil, growing quietly and patiently. Even the mountains take centuries to form and never once try to hurry their becoming. Birds leave their nests each morning, not to compete, but to simply live another day. The rain falls when it must, not earlier or later. The sea breathes in and out without pause. The clouds drift freely, carrying stories from faraway lands. Nothing forces its way forward. But we humans are always in a hurry. From the moment we are born, we are taught to move faster. We rush to grow up, to finish school, to enter colleg...
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The Gift of "Letting Go".

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   “ You don’t know the value of someone until they leave .” We often hear people say this... But have you ever thought about the flip side? Sometimes, it’s when certain people leave your life that you truly realize your own worth...like a bird discovering the vastness of the sky once the cage is gone. Some people enter your life like sunlight through a window...they warm your soul, lift your spirits, and color your days with joy. They make you feel seen, appreciated, and alive. And then there are those who do the opposite. They drain your energy, criticize everything you do, and make you question yourself. Their presence can feel heavy, like walking through mud, sticky and exhausting. Their words can cut deep, their constant negativity can make you feel small, unwanted, and unseen. No matter how much you give or how hard you try, it’s never enough...their shadows seem to swallow your light. Letting go of such people is not a loss....it’s a release. At first, it may feel stran...
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If I was your sunshine ☀️

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  You once hummed softly, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine ☀️...” But if I truly was your sunshine… why did you never step out from the shadows of your pride to feel my warmth? Why didn’t you choose to talk, to heal our quarrels, to bridge the silence between us? Why did you shut every door and window, yet still expect me to find my way to you through the cracks? Why didn’t you tell me I mattered? That you needed me? Don’t you remember how many times I returned to you, even when you had locked me out completely? I searched for the smallest opening, a keyhole, a gap, just to pour my light inside. If I had known you were suffering quietly, I would have filled your world with flowers and bees, with endless blossoms. But you let your ego stand between us, even when I was ready to be your whole world. You knew I always returned after every night faded into dawn. But this time… days passed, weeks passed, and you never came looking. When I asked if you would love me till your last b...
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Silent Conversations

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  Sometimes the quietest places hold the loudest parts of who we are... Tonight, I lay back on the old bench in the garden—the one that has aged alongside me. Its wooden frame groans softly beneath me, worn down by time, carrying the weight of countless moments spent in its embrace. Resting here feels more like revisiting a memory than simply lying down—like meeting a past version of myself, familiar yet distant. Above, the sky stretches wide, sprinkled with stars. I let my gaze drift, moving from one shimmering dot to another, the same way I did as a child. Back then, I believed they held stories—messages waiting for me to decode if I looked long enough. Maybe part of me still believes that. Every now and then, a plane moves across the sky, its blinking lights tracing a quiet path. From here, it’s just a tiny speck, but inside, people are traveling—toward something, away from something, or lingering somewhere in between. I wonder if they are chasing dreams, escaping, or simply sea...
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From Reality to Reverie: A Life in Books

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  She had once believed in the world. She had stepped into it with open arms, with trust painted across her palms, with love unguarded and unmeasured. She had waited—for warmth, for understanding, for a place among them.   But the world had never paused for her. It was relentless—an unforgiving tide of motion, of voices colliding without listening, of footsteps rushing without ever stopping.    And so, one day, she stopped waiting for it to love her back.   The city around her pulsed with chaos—honking horns, rushed footsteps, endless noise. It all pressed in on her with invisible claws, sharp and suffocating. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her heartbeat thudding in her ears like an unwanted anthem. The stress etched itself into her bones, and with trembling hands, she reached into her bag—not for pills or water, but for the only medicine that ever truly worked: a book.    Peace. That was all she ever wanted. Not admiration. Not...
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To the Hope I Couldn’t Hold

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   Have you ever met the right person at the wrong time? It’s like drowning—not in water, but in life. You’re sinking slowly, breathless beneath the weight of your world. The deeper you go, the more silent everything becomes. Your limbs float like forgotten thoughts, your chest tightens with each heartbeat. The fight within you begins to fade, replaced by a quiet, eerie acceptance.   And then—you see it.   A thick, gnarled root drifts above you, cutting through the distorted light. It’s strong. Steady. Alive. You can almost feel its warmth through the freezing depths. That root is them— the person you never knew you needed until your soul screamed for help .   And suddenly, hope flares—wild and desperate. Every cell in your body strains to reach, to rise. The stillness inside you shatters. You want to live again. You want to breathe again. But the ocean is cruel, and time is unkind.   Because you’ve sunk too deep.   Your legs a...
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