"Make KINDNESS your purpose of life in until you find or mark your purpose."

"Sometimes, it's better to leave in between rather than to stay till the end bearing the pain."

Where do you find PEACE?

In Dad’s comforting words?
In Mom’s handmade food?
In your sibling’s company?
In your grandmother’s lap?
In your friend’s protective nature?
In family’s quality time?
In the nature?
In Music?
In someone’s heart touching poetry?
In happy memories?
In late night talks?
In achieving your dreams?
In your partner’s arms?

In short, PEACE can be found everywhere if searched.

Everyone says:
“Pichi rathalu”, “Time waste”, “Just focus on your studies.”
But I say:
Writings born from pain are never random.
They carry pieces of my silence,
echoes of my battles,
and truths too heavy to speak aloud.

"The happiness given by ours, real and permanent cannot be valued in words and deeds."

"Sometimes,
it’s not necessary to show people in which aspect you are the best and prove that you are talented.
Some things remain precious when hidden."

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.