It happened before I even started school —
a goodbye I never wanted,
never understood, but have carried ever since.
It was with the most important person in my life.
She was strong —
strong enough to fight death with all her might,
just to hold off that painful goodbye.
But in the end,
God won,
and He took her far away from me.
So far…
that we never met again.
So far…
that all I have now are stories, photographs,
and pieces of her living gently in our memories.
Her absence became my first grief,
her love —
my first lesson in strength.

Every night,
I tell you,?
“Go to sleep, good night.”?
But deep inside,
I whisper,
“No… stay a little longer.”?
Expectations always hurt —?
and your reply is always the same:? "Okay, bye. GN."
Just out of care,?
because you know lack of sleep harms my health.?
And I know —?
you always wanted to have a long conversation,?
where there’s nothing to share,?
but just presence is all we craved.

"A priority list with GOALS than people is far better."

"Some people just can't resist your smile,talent and happiness for no reason."

A broken vase can never be fixed even glued.
A torn page can never cover it's despatched appearance.
Rifted paths can never passby again.
Past that happened can never be changed.
Occured loss can never be recovered.
Likewise,hurting others with words or actions can never be healed with a mere sorry.

"Good never lasts forever —
not even the people with the kindest hearts. "

Distractions
They turn a man into a lazy soul,
a responsible citizen into a careless one,
a meritorious student into the disobedient,
and a kind heart into something selfish.
They **** righteousness,
while building a false sense of self-esteem.
They drown us in the unnecessary—
a flood of moments we never asked for.
Distractions feel comforting when we’re caught in them,
but they leave us with regret the moment we step away.
Keeping them at a distance
is the first step toward change—
toward becoming who we were always meant to be.

"Getting stranger vibes from your close ones really hurts alot."

Summer in India isn't just a season—
It's a feeling, a memory, a melody of warmth.
It's the season of:
Mangoes and juicy watermelons,
Beaches kissed by golden sunlight,
Pickles drying under the harsh sun,
Ice creams and colorful icegolas,
Breezy cotton and floral prints,
School holidays and family vacations,
Power cuts and candlelit evenings,
Sleeping under starry skies on the terrace,
Holiday homework and handwritten pages, Internships, summer camps, and endless stories.
A season where time slows down and hearts warm up.

"In certain hard moments, not even your
comfort food,
favorite perfume,
healing music,
that one comforting conversation,
a peaceful walk in nature,
or a joyful outing can bring you back to normal."

“When life seems tough, nature heals.”

For many,
I am just an object —
A thing that shows reflection,
That breaks when anger is thrown,
That helps with selfies,
That assists in dressing up well.

But there’s a side no one sees:
I help build their confidence,
I make them feel beautiful,
I help them reverse safely,
Reflecting both their presence and pain.

I listen to their talks,
Their silent stares, their tears.
I’m there through their highs and lows,
Feeling their every emotion
Without ever saying a word.

And yet,
I’m just an object
Lying in a corner.
Forgotten.
Until needed again.

"Stay away from the people who behave or talk sweetly.
Sugar is injurious to health even sugar-coated words."

With a favourite person,
they are fun, memorable, and sweet.
Time flies fast.
Things to share remain in heaps.
Half of the matters get interrupted with laughter,
the other half—
with silences that feel like home.
Eyes half shut,
hearts wide open,
stories spill that wouldn’t during the day.
Even after talking time to time on calls,
direct conversations hit different.
A mix of talks, singing, vibing together—
it can only be felt,
hard to explain in words.
At the time when everyone is lost in dreams, fully asleep,
here we are—
laughing to the fullest,
talking in whispers so as not to wake anyone.
Remembering old memories,
dreaming about the future,
sharing current happenings,
narrating to each other the dramas we watched and books we read.
Things like this continue,
until one of us drifts into sleep quietly listening.
The other just smiles,
tucks them in gently,
and falls asleep with a content heart—
ready to continue the conversation that was left halfway tonight.

"It’s never too late to move on and create the life you’ve always wanted to live."

Love —
It has numerous definitions.
It is not a feeling, nor an emotion.
Not a thing, nor a situation.
Not an event, nor a celebration.
Not illogical, nor illusional.
Not a complication, nor a commitment.
Not attachment, nor attraction.
It's something pure.
Unexpressive. Undefined. Invisible. Intangible.
Love has many perspectives.
For some, it's —
Parents and friends.
For others —
Things and travelling.
Different people, different definitions.
Some say love is God.
Some say food.
Some take relationship.
Some hold on to companionship.
For some, it's being kind.
And for some, it's in happiness.

Love is everywhere.
In gestures, in glances,
In sacrifices unnoticed,
In the quiet presence of those who stay.

"Every sort of humour takes its life from pain."

It calms me when I’m restless with stress.
It gives me peace amidst all the chaos of the world.
It soothes me during times of suffering.
It becomes my silent savior — especially when I feel lonely, even in a crowd.

The deep, meaningful lyrics...
The mood-lifting tunes...
A singer’s soulful voice...
The vibe...
The magic created by instruments blending in harmony…

Everything about it speaks to my soul.
Yes, for me — music is not just sound, it’s an emotion.

"TRUST yourself and move forward rather than longing for people to trust you."

"Even if it’s not your dream, give it your all — for the ones who saw a dream in you."

The most misunderstood, misfelt, and underrated feeling.
Water flowing from eyes can never be fake.
It could be from happiness,
Can be with grief,
Can be out of jealous,
And can be through overwhelm.

The reason may be anything,
But they can never be fake.
They hold valuable expressions
Which words in dictionary too fail.

They carry the pain,
Unexpressed emotions,
And more.

Tears are misunderstood
For being weak, sensitive, and over-emotional.
But they are not in true sense.
One can never judge the value of tears.

They make heavy hearts lighter.
Hidden suffers heal.
They make expressions visible.
Make the situation intact.

Never look low of tears,
And the one who lets them flow freely,
Than to submerged them fearing judgements.

Not opposite poles but similarities draw people close.
As there is so much scope to share, vibe and to do things together.

We all run after the ones
who don’t even turn to see us,
while the ones who truly care—
we leave waiting in the shadows.
And by the time we realize,
the gems are gone.
Yes… we are humans.
Flawed, emotional, and often, just a little too late.

"Never give up until you make your dream life exist."
– A reminder to keep chasing, no matter how long the path.

Sacrifices
Painful, yet worthy.
Exist in every aspect of life.
As a child,
some fun if health doesn't permit.
As a teenager,
sacrificing extracurriculars to fulfill parents' expectations.
As an adult,
leaving passions to drown in a stressful job in order to lift responsibilities.
As a partner,
sacrificing one’s own wishes to prioritize partner's likes and dislikes.
As a parent,
keeping personal luxuries aside to uplift children happily.
Sacrifices—
even though seem tough to do,
give a sense of calm and content after seeing later results.

A family is not only all about:
Vacations . affectionate gestures . luxuries . reputation
But in simple terms, it is all about:
Some quality time . Eating meals together . Sharing each others concerns .
A home of emotions, unity and togetherness.

If you can’t hold on others secrets with you, better stop listening to them.

There are moments when time slows to a crawl —
and every tick feels heavier than the last.
While studying for an exam that refuses to end.
When you miss someone so badly it hurts just to breathe.
When your friend suddenly goes offline and silence takes their place.
When you wait endlessly for someone who hasn’t arrived yet.
When your favorite show or match hasn’t started, but your excitement already has.
When the classroom feels like a prison, and the end bell feels miles away.
Some seconds stretch like lifetimes —
teaching us how heavy longing, boredom, and anticipation can really be.

Sometimes, I truly feel time slips away too fast —
in the quiet joy of little things like:
Watching passing clouds and tiny stars.
Talking endlessly with my best friend.
Playing with little babies, their laughter echoing.
Sharing quality time with family.
Getting lost in music.
Reading a story that feels like it understands me.
Night-outs filled with laughter and memories with cousins.
Gazing at a silent line of ants on their journey.
Listening to Grandma’s timeless tales.
Some moments…
just deserve to last a little longer.

"It’s better to work hard to achieve your goals and make your family a happy one than to run behind the people who doesn’t remain or care for you."

Don’t rely on others to make you happy.
People change. Circumstances shift. Expectations hurt.

Instead, learn to find your own little ways to enjoy life —
a walk under the sky,
a song that speaks your soul,
a dream you quietly chase,
a moment of peace you gift yourself.

Because real happiness?
It blooms within — not from someone else,
but from you.

Every time I gaze at the mirror,
a storm of doubts rises within me —

Am I worthy?
Am I beautiful?
Am I doing enough with my life?
Am I ambitionless?
Am I being too carefree?
Am I gaining weight?
…and so many more.

But amidst the flood of questions,
my heart gently whispers:

You are worthy.

It’s not the external beauty that defines you —
It’s your self-love,
your kindness to yourself.

Mirrors only reflect what’s visible.
But what really shapes us
is the change we choose
beyond the glass.

"Work hard and show the life you always wanted to lead to all the people around you who are confused about what you'll do in life and confusing you in reaching your aim."

Lying down under this beautiful starry night
Fills me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Alone on this silent hilltop,
A glowing lantern beside me,
My favorite book in hand —
It’s the scene I always dreamt of.
For once,
I’ve stepped away —
From responsibilities,
From the noisy world,
From people and their expectations.
Here I am,
Feeling the warmth of the lantern’s light,
Letting it remind me
That a simple, peaceful life is still possible.
This silence.
This natural breeze.
This soft glow.
This time with myself —
It’s all I need right now,
To hope again.

I want to be your forever!!!
I know it’s not possible but…
Can I be your shoulder in your low times?
Can I be your listerner when you turned to be my radio?
Can I be your biggest cheerleader when you show your steps?
Can I turn as your photographer when you steal my heart with your beauty?
Can I be your admirer to your writings?
Atlast, can I remain to be your friend until we part our ways???

"We can’t blame our fate nor the destiny everytime. Just accept everything and move forward with a smile."

Nothing can make things worthless.
A failed mission cannot make technology useless.
A drought or a failed crop can never make a farmer any less.
A crumbled book cover or a torn page cannot make the book less valuable.
A not-so-good-looking dish cannot be any less in taste.
Everything has its own worth.
Even if it faces failures, gets destroyed in some ways— it remains worthy, unchanged to the eyes that know its value.

"They call me strange.
Maybe it's because —

I'm a girl who stays home,
While others my age are out with friends,
Skipping college, traveling, clubbing,
Doing all the Gen Z things.

Because I stay quiet,
Even in moments that demand boldness,
Choosing calm over chaos.

Because I prefer simplicity over fashion trends,
Minimalism over extravagance.

Because I love classics,
And music that speaks to the soul —
Not just the charts.

Because books are my escape,
While social media is just noise.

Because I find peace in solitude,
Instead of blending into crowds.

Because I’m single,
In a generation chasing love,
And running from its complications.

Let them call me strange.
I call it being
Imperfectly perfect
In my own small,
Quiet,
Cute little world."

Don’t I deserve a caring hand to tap my head and say
“everything will be alright”?
Don’t I deserve a supporting hand to stand by my side in all times?
Don’t I deserve a listener who could understand my words?
Don’t I deserve a quick reply when I am in need?
Don’t I deserve a small appreciation for my efforts?
Don’t I deserve some encouragement in building my dreams?
Don’t I deserve some soothing words when I feel worthless of myself?
Don’t I deserve cute gestures when I feel lonely?
Atleast, don’t I deserve a person whom I can call mine?

"Nothing lasts forever, even the people you love."

Every profession, situation, or phase of life carries its own set of complications — ones only truly known to those living through them.
Students struggle with academic stress.
Employees are haunted by deadlines.
Players carry the weight of victory and defeat.
Nations wrestle with public welfare and diplomacy.
Parents worry endlessly about their child’s future.
Teenagers silently endure the taunts of relatives.
Women face the constant glare of societal judgment.
Failures are mocked, and winners are burdened by expectations.
And every girl's family quietly bears the unspoken burden of dowry and marriage.

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

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.

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 anything...

He need not bring us luxuries,
As he never failed to fulfill our needs even without asking;
He need not be taking us on holiday,
As the quality time he spends with us is more than enough;
He may not take us to restaurants often,
As his handmade dosas never fail to taste delicious;
He may not be fashionable and trendy,
As he never judged our fashion sense;
He need not give us valuables,
As he gave us enough value education;
He may not be by our side always,
As he taught us well to stand on our own feet and to face the society;
He may not hold power in the community,
As he earned immense respect with his kindness and ethics;
He may not teach us how to make money;
As he never forgot to teach us how to save it;
He may not work in a reputed organization,
As all he care about is his family and not money or his career growth;
He may not be expressive,
As we can witness it in his actions;

He may not be anything as he is everything for us!!
And admiring his contribution may take my whole life.

I may never express to him how much I admire him, care for him and love him;
But one fine day, I will convey him how much his happiness means to me through my success.

I believe in self-love.
I believe we shouldn’t depend on others for happiness.
But in the long run, we all need someone—
Someone who admires our efforts,
Someone who showers love and care,
Someone who stays loyal,
Someone who lifts us when we fall,
Someone to lean on—when self-care isn’t enough.

Is it too much to ask for just that?