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.

A place where silence is understood,
Joy is shared,
Love is endless,
And you're never a burden—
Only someone to be cherished.
That’s the family we all dream of.
Not everyone gets it,
but everyone dreams of it—
a family that understands your silence,
spreads joy without reason,
loves you beyond measure,
and never lets you feel like a burden.
An ideal family is not just a blessing…
it's a rare kind of magic.

Getting a loving family,
Who understand your troubles without telling…
Who make efforts to spread happiness…
Who loves you more than you do…
Who feels you as their responsibility but not a burden…

An ideal family : Dream of every human being!!

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.

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.

Be thankful to your parents...
Be grateful to God....
Be obedient to your teachers....
Be there for your friends...
Be available for any help....
Show gratitude to everyone you meet....
As everyone has their own perspective and policies....
Some may teach us how to behave and rest about how not to be....
There will be many to give advises on how to behave...
But it's important to learn from the one who is imperfect and show them your version of being perfect!!!

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.

For Her
Appearance doesn't matter,
But a kind heart does.
Unwanted attention? No.
A true shoulder to lean on — yes.
Fake concerns don’t move her,
But sincere words always will.

Yes —
She may seem strange to you,
Because you can't decipher her soul.
She’s a rare gem
Amid all the world’s noisy pleasures...
She shines brightest
In the quiet kingdom of her own world.

She was not too close,
Also not so unknown.
She was not a friend for life…
Neither just friend.
But still…
She always respected my opinions
Listened to all my blabbering
Bared all my naughty antics
Secured all my secrets
Understood all my feelings

Yes!! She was special and her absence is getting hard now.