You see the cracks first,the places where you’ve broken,where the light doesn’t reach.But they—the ones who love you—see the way the light bends around you,even when you feel invisible. You don’t think you’re worthy of love,but they’ve held it for you,carefully, like something fragile,even when you didn’t ask for it.They’ve seen the best of youon the days when you felt like the worst. You search for approval in empty spaces,chasing after people who won’t even turn their heads.But the ones who matter are there—quietly watching, patiently …
Change
I thought I knew the way ahead,With plans and dreams I’d neatly spread.I changed myself to fit the mold,Believing I was in control. But fate, it laughed at all my schemes,Tearing down my fragile dreams.I bent and broke, I lost my way,Thinking that’s the price to pay. I twisted truth and blurred the lines,Redrawing maps a hundred times.And when it all came crashing down,I stood there empty, set to drown. Was it for nothing, all this pain?Did all my efforts go in vain?But now I see, through all the cracks,The lesson hid behind the …
Cherished Moments
I’ve gathered a few moments, scattered through time, and tucked them safely in my heart. Some are filled with love and warmth, others with the quiet of dull days. There are emotions that I’ve carefully collected, a handful of them, and even those tears—small and delicate, like pearls—are kept in a special place. These memories are stored in a little box, kept close. I’ve promised myself that in those quiet moments of solitude, I’ll pull them out, sift through them, and remember. I’ll relive those moments, especially the ones that seemed to …
The Rollercoaster of Love
Have you ever felt like love just slips right through your fingers? It’s a strange journey. You find yourself falling out of love, and suddenly it feels like both of you are lost. It’s not just one person feeling off; it’s like we’re both navigating through life, weighed down by emotions we can’t quite understand. Those little moments that once brought joy now seem heavy, like carrying a backpack full of rocks. I often wonder about the idea of perfect love. What if it turns out to be more painful than beautiful? Every interaction can feel …
What Can You Possibly Know?
Sometimes, it feels like no one really understands me. You might say you know me, but what does that really mean? You can’t feel the tightness in my chest when I think about the dreams I’ve let slip away. You don’t hear the whispers of my thoughts late at night as I replay old conversations, wishing I had spoken up or shared more. You might think you understand me, but can you sense the heaviness I carry when I’m surrounded by people yet feel completely alone? I often find comfort in writing my thoughts in a journal, not because I think …
The Edge of Fear: A Solo Journey Through Manali’s Monsoon
The thing about embarking on solo adventures is that you never truly know what you’re signing up for. On the surface, it’s all about the trek, the thrill of the climb, the stunning landscapes that unfold at every corner. But for me, this two-week solo trip to Manali wasn’t just about scaling the 14,250 feet of Bhrigu Lake. It wasn’t even about the trek itself. It was about everything that led up to it—the fears I carried, the unexpected brushes with death, the unraveling of emotions that shaped my entire journey. This was my longest solo …
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