She was a girl born with the kind of heart that felt like both a battlefield and a poem. She loved deeply, far beyond what people could understand. She overthought, overgave, and overfelt. But behind all that intensity was a wild softness—a soul that never stopped believing in magic, even when life kept handing her wounds. She struggled. She cracked. She broke in places no one ever saw. But she never stopped healing. She wanted love that felt like coming home. She wanted peace, but chaos often followed her. She smiled even when she was drowning. She helped others when she herself was lost. She held people when no one held her back. She wasn’t perfect—but she was real. Raw. Honest. Unfiltered. And damn, she tried. She tried to be everything, for everyone, even when she didn’t know how to be enough for herself. In the end, she left with her story unfinished—but not unread. She became a whisper in the wind, a story in someone’s journal—a villain, a hero, a commoner. And maybe that’s enoug...
Now to start with let’s admit we are not getting anything which was in past! This pandemic situation took away so many things from us! Depression was like everyday word we used! Anxiety was like common cold we get during winters! Many went through a lot of shit! Some lost people, some lost jobs and what not...! This is the time when most of the thinking happened and yet I was so blank! There was nothing permanent I thought… The career we planned well- ‘babe see you later’ because with so many things happening the last thing was to ruin your dream career with depressed mindset. Many of us took altogether quite different step but many of us took easy one and stayed to survive. People you thought will stay… either they showed their true colors, or they just passed away! And personally, losing people was most hurtful thing. I mean yes, we all are strong, and we all know that no one stays forever… we are all on our own… it is our journey and blah blah… but let’s just agree… memories stay, a...