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From Memories to Moments
Part 1 She sat by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, merging into puddles below. Words used to come so easily to her. She could talk endlessly, filling the air with stories, thoughts, and laughter. But deep conversations—the kind that stirred her soul—felt like a distant memory. Lately, she had been thinking…
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Trust the Process
Sometimes the pieces fall into place exactly as they should, even when we don’t understand it at the time. Grateful for every step of the journey.
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Chapter 3: My sister, the superhero
I remember the day vividly, a memory etched in my mind. I was in first grade, the tiniest among my classmates, navigating a world that often felt overwhelmingly large. My sister, Tina, was my rock—two years older, with an effortless confidence that made her seem like a superhero in my eyes. But in that vast…
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Arin’s Light
Arin sat on her bed, the faint sound of laughter echoing from the video call with her family, but it felt distant. Today was her birthday, usually a day filled with joy and celebration, but this year felt different. The flickering candles on the cake, waiting on the dining table, seemed to mock her as…
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Chapter 2: The Speech
It was Sports Day at my school, an inter-district event that everyone eagerly anticipated. Back then, I was known for my speed. My proudest moments included outracing a group of 5th-graders when I was merely in 3rd grade, the tiniest in my class. When I say tiniest—oh, believe me, I was like a speck. But…
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Chapter 1: Treasured Phone calls
“Aina, Tina , you have a call!” Every Thursday or Friday, without fail, those words would echo through the corridors of our student hostel. It was our weekly lifeline, our connection to home. It was often Papa who spoke first, in my vague memory, and then Amma. Her voice was filled with concern, often asking…
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Random Thoughts – 1
Women and success – it’s a topic that often comes up, especially when seen through a feminist lens. But is it really that cliché? How often do we hear men discussing this or openly addressing their own uncertainties? It’s a question that lingers. Why is that? The pressure to “toughen up” seems to come from…
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In the wake of love
Relax. Breathe in. Breathe out. This mantra has been my anchor for four years, ever since my anxiety reached its peak. While it’s been with me all along, I never really acknowledged it. It took someone special, someone who listened without judgment and understood my inner workings, for me to open up. That’s when I…
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The Girl Lost in a World of Kittens
There’s this quiet girl with big dreams and a clever mind. She possesses a warm heart, a brave spirit, and a radiant beauty that she often fails to recognize. But from where I stand, I can see it all. I hope she can see it too. Her soul is like a prisoner in a realm…
Thoughts, Stories, and Life as I See It
