A home?
A place where your mornings start with scoldings and nights end with arguments?
A place where you are unloved?
A place where you don’t even know what your siblings feel about you?
A place you are having heavy heartbeats and panics?
A place where you don’t feel like sharing anything?
A place where your existence doesn’t seem worthy?
A place where you can’t even cry peacefully?
A place where no one express what they feel?
Is this place called a home Maa?
Is it? Really?

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.

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

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.

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???

"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."

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

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?

Pain . Realization . Loneliness . Surroundings . Family Issues . Spirituality . Failures . Mistakes
Things from where deep quotes arise!!

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.

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.

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 know it may be cringe but I want to dedicate you first whatever I write....
And here is one out of many for you!!

I want to be your forever...
I want to be your shoulder when you're low!!
I want to be your lap when you wanna lie down!!
I want to be your listener when you turn to be my radio!!
I want to be your biggest cheerleader when you dance!!
I want to be your admirer when you say something!!
I want to be your photographer when you get ready!!

I know I can't be forever but I want to try and I want a chance from you!!

"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."

"The deepest life lessons come from: mistakes, trust breaks and
realizations."

You’ve got one life.
Don’t treat it like a stage for laughs,
when it’s meant to be a stage for growth.
Don’t make your life a joke.

I just read a quote today which said :
"A fresh rose lives for days,
but a dead rose lives for forever."

But it is completely opposite in human life...
An alive person is judged, compared and unloved but a dead person is remembered, respected and lasts only in memories.

I’m sitting on a bench at this empty railway platform,
gazing at the train ticket in my hands — again and again.
The years of longing will vanish in a few hours.
I’m finally meeting him…
after so long.
Flashes of our last goodbye play in my mind:
The promises we made,
The sacrifices for our careers,
The calls that stretched across time zones and tear-filled nights.
Now, everything is flooding back —
Nostalgia tugging at my heart,
Memories turning into butterflies in my chest.

My heart races to see him,
But my mind clouds me with doubt.
What if things have changed?
What if we have changed?
But after this quiet war between my heart and mind,
I’ve made my decision.
He stayed this long —
and I know he’s meant to stay forever.
So, I take a deep breath,
And step forward.
I will board the coming train,
Travel toward him —
Toward his arms,
Toward home.
I know I’ll be fine once I reach him.
He’ll take care of me.

There will be always TIME for materialistic pleasures but TIME will be running short for uncertain things.
Especially the people you love.
As life is unpredictable, realize their preciousness and give them some time.

"When life seems tough, nature becomes the silent healer—calming the mind, soothing the soul, and reminding us that even storms pass."

Don’t let a day to come in your life when you grieve on your past days for not using them wisely.

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.

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.

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

Don’t give others the chance to:
– Remind you of your goal.
– Question your abilities.
– Doubt your path to your dreams.
– Judge your lifestyle.
– Make your decisions.

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.

To be continued...

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...

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.

"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."

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

"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."

Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.

But what if my expectations are simple?

Simple like -
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.

Are these huge to expect from life?

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?

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

"We can get rid of addiction by getting addicted to another addiction.
It can be negative on positive or positive on negative."

"Small things bring huge SATISFACTION."

Hiding their talents, afraid someone might steal their light.
Valuing others' happiness, often at the cost of their own.
Caring for everyone — even those who curse them out of envy.
Neglecting their own health while nurturing others.
Spreading smiles, while burying their own pain deep inside.

These aren’t flaws...
They’re the quiet traits of strong, introverted girls —
Silent warriors with golden hearts.

She was a simple girl.
A kind, happy going, compassionate and a talented one.
Over thinking was her hobby.
Taking pain was common for her.
She valued people more than self…
And received pain more than she deserved!!