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Arna 1d
Working Moms? Na! They are Goddesses, Home-makers, Teachers, Motivators, Singers, Caretakers, Understanding Partners, and above all — the Best Moms.
True All-Rounders.
But even all-rounders have hearts that crave...
A caring partner who shares the load.0
Supportive in-laws who respect their dreams.
Loving children who see their efforts and admire their strengths.
Understanding parents who still check in.
A friend to confide in without judgement.
A solo vacation to breathe and just be.
A break from never-ending chores.
Little treats and words of appreciation.
They deserve it all.
Not just on Mother’s Day, but every single day.
Because being a mom isn’t a role—it’s a full-time miracle in motion.
Arna 3d
Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.
"Some days weigh more than others. And if all you did today was survive, I'm proud of you. "
Arna 7d
They call me shy...I call it my way.
They call me calm...I call it my composure.
They call me silent....I call it my serenity.
They call me impractical...I call it a way to escape the harsh reality.
They call me illogical...I say it's my way to handle my issues.
They call me imperfect...I call it being human.
They say I am minimal...I say I am simple.
They call me rude...I take it as my self-respect.
They say I am stubborn...but I say it's my path to pursue my dream.
They say I look unfit...I confidently say I love flaunting.
People call many,
But I don't take any.
As I am not responsible to the assumptions they make up without knowing me.
They label.
I redefine.
They assume.
I stay true.
Because their voices don’t echo louder than mine.
Arna 7d
They call it pichi rathalu,
a waste of ink and time.
But they don’t see the tremble in my hands
when I hold a pen,
or the storm I quiet
by pouring pain into lines.

Each word I write
is a cry I never screamed,
a tear I never showed,
a wound I stitched
with syllables no one dared to read.

They say, “Just study, forget all this.”
But how do you forget
what saved you?

These writings—
they aren’t just thoughts.
They’re survival.
They’re scars made beautiful.


"Let Them Call It Madness"

They call it pichi rathalu.
They laugh. Say I’m wasting time.
Say I should just focus on studies, like everyone else.

But they don’t know.

They don’t know these pages hold my pain—
not drama, not attention-seeking.
Real pain. The kind that keeps you up at 2 AM.
The kind that chokes you when you're trying to smile.

I write because if I don’t, I’ll explode.
I write because it’s the only thing that listens without judgment.
Because no one asked me,
“What happened?”
They just said,
“Be strong.”
“Move on.”
“Stop being so emotional.”

So I bleed on paper.
That’s not madness. That’s survival.

Let them call it anything.
This—
this is the only thing keeping me alive.
They call it madness.
But they don’t see the battles I silence with ink.
This isn’t just writing —
It’s survival.
It’s the language of wounds turned into words.
Let them laugh.
I’ll heal anyway.
Arna May 28
Passing clouds...
Soft blowing winds...
Melodious bird chirps...
Lushy green bushes...
Soothing cool waves...
Beautiful flower gardens...
Sunrise and sunsets...
Stary nights...
Calming moonlight...

Little things of nature yet give unknown happiness and sense of peace.
In the quiet of little things, nature reminds us that peace doesn’t shout—it softly stays.
Arna May 28
Pain . Realization . Loneliness . Surroundings . Family Issues . Spirituality . Failures . Mistakes
Things from where deep quotes arise!!
Some thoughts aren’t written with ink—they bleed from the soul, shaped by what we survive, not just what we feel.
Arna May 27
"It's hard to live in a place where your existence feels more like a burden than a responsibility."
Some truths hurt, but they also remind us we’re not alone in feeling them.
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