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You’re close to my heart, always so near,I treasure the moments that brought us here.You’ll never feel lonely, no matter where—Just think about me, and I’ll be there.When life feels heavy, I’ll help you float,No ocean too deep for our shared boat.Be yourself with me; I’ll always care—Just think about me, and I’ll be there.Even if you wander, I’ll let you roam,Your heart will always have a place ca...
It was evening, and I was making my usual journey back from the office. Working in Delhi's Sarita Vihar while staying in a PG in Greater Noida meant my daily commute was a test of endurance - two gruelling hours one way, juggling between auto, bus, two different metro lines, and finally, a rickshaw. Yes, it sounds insane, maybe even foolish. But you make these compromises when you're new to a vast...
Freedom to shatter silence, to challenge the wrong,Freedom to join the chorus, where voices belong.Freedom to carve a path, through unyielding odds,Freedom to rise like the sun, breaking the fog.Freedom to judge with courage, to stand and fight,Freedom to lift others, to champion the right.Freedom to dismiss what dims my light,Freedom to soar and embrace my own light.Freedom to treasure the memori...
क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो बयाँ करे मेरी फ़ितरत को, क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो जगाए इंसानियत की रूह को। क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो कहता है मैं तन्हा हूँ, क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो समझाए वक़्त की अहमियत को। क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो उलझन को ज्ञान बनाए, क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो मन का मैल बहाए।क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो अपनों और ग़ैरों का पर्दा उठाए, क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो रिश्तों की गहराई बताए। क्यूँ छुपाऊँ वो सच जो नेकी और बदी ...
It was Sunday, freaking cold. I was holding my cup of early morning tea with my headphones plugged in, thinking about what had happened in the week. It was a sad week, and that's all I was constantly thinking about.My parents were looking for a prospective match; they told me to talk to someone they had selected. We started talking and texting to get to know each other better. He sounded very genu...
I was standing in front of my house, preparing to leave, when I noticed the boy who lived in a small single room with his parents and two siblings. This family of five occupied a tiny space on a large plot of land. Whenever anyone from my family went out or someone visited our house, these children would stand at the plot's boundary and watch us. When I left that day, I saw the boy holding a broke...
