Sometimes, we can’t do anything but to just
sit and miss them.
Sometimes, it’s better to
just hide all your emotions in your tiny heart.
Sometimes, opting for silence
is the best option in all situations.
Sometimes, a comforting embrace
is enough to heal you when sympathetic words doesn’t.
Sometimes, all you crave for is a hand on your shoulder
or a shoulder to lie
or a person to hear you and comfort you
when you feel low
than having the whole family to console you.
Not every pain needs words.
Not every tear needs an audience.
Sometimes, silence understands more than sympathy.
Sometimes, all the heart asks for is a quiet presence —
a touch, a glance, a gentle reminder that we’re not alone.
And in those tender moments, healing begins.

People call me strange.
They say I live in fantasies.
They call me weird, shy—
A soul who always tries to escape from reality.
An impractical, imperfect introvert.

But what people don't know is:
I’m not strange—just simple and safe in my own space.
Not a survivor of fantasies,
But someone who uses them to ease the weight of life.
Not weird, but vowful.
Not an escaper, but an exceptionist.

I am not broken—just different.
Not lost—just elsewhere.
Not weak—just layered.
Not escaping—but creating.

So let them call me strange,
But know this—
In a world that often forgets to feel,
Maybe strange is exactly what we need.

Every problem has a solution...
Every field has it's significance...
Every child has their own talent...
Every parent has their own parenting style...
Every doubt has it's clarity...
Every disease has it's remedy and medicine...
And every failure has a day of success.

Even after tasting all cuisines from different time squares,
Eating home food by your mom’s hand is what gives you satisfaction.
Not getting full marks,
But getting extra marks than expected is what gives you satisfaction.
Showering love and caring siblings is cute,
But teasing them and irritating them is what gives you satisfaction.
Dad buying the things we wanted is okay,
But buying them with our own hard-earned money is what gives you satisfaction.
Seeing happiness on your dad’s face is nice,
But you being the reason behind his pride and happiness is what immense satisfaction is.

Some things in life we carry,
Not because we care,
But because we must.
Like faded promises,
And roles we never asked for—
They cling to our spine,
Etching silence into our skin.

Not every burden is born of love.
Some are stitched with duty,
Unseen, unpraised,
Yet always there—
A shadow in the light,
A name we answer to,
Even when our heart stays silent.

We don't resent it.
But we don't cherish it either.
We simply carry.
Because someone must.

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.

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.