Keeping it simple for you

The heart bleeds again into the quiet corridors of the subconscious, where memories hang like unfinished frames and every color stains a deeper red. Sanguinity does not suit every season; sometimes hope feels like a costume stitched too tight against the ribs. I am tired of pretending the moment is enough. With each breath I fasten a smile to my face, threading effort into the hollow spaces, yet every attempt goes in vain a promise whispered to walls that do not answer. I tell myself that someday all things will settle, that the chaos will fold into calm but I do not know if I am healing or merely hiding. I tuck away the aches, name them anything but longing. Still, when tears descend unannounced, they lead me back to where we once stood to where you let go. How miserably I miss the simple sanctuary of your arms, that quiet wrap of warmth where the world softened its edges. There are moments I want to unravel before someone yet I swallow the storm, afraid to...

Every step heals a quiet part of me. It took courage to rise and begin rebuilding, and it took the steady presence of my confidants, their faith, their encouragement to keep me moving when I could not see the way ahead. For a long time, I overlooked the fierce strength they were pouring into me, brushing it aside because I could not find a reason to stand up again. They gently reminded me that the reason was never for anyone else; it was for myself. I did not fully understand the depth of those words then, but I carry their meaning now. With reflection and silent gratitude, I began to untangle the knots of my setbacks. I returned to Mother Earth through the anklets, the ghungroo, whose rhythm steadies my breath, heals what was shaken, and slowly shapes a renewed self with every sound. They say I don’t owe them anything. What they may never fully realize is how deeply their presence has shaped me. There is something rare about the way they hold space, grounding without dimming, ste...

Excitement, anxiety, curiosity, every emotion was at its peak the day they left me standing there with my luggage and a neat little list of rules to follow. It felt like the beginning of something big. I didn’t realize then that this “detour” from home would quietly shape me into who I am today. That was the phase of my life when I truly learned to survive  and I say that with a smile. Not because it was harsh, but because it taught me resilience, strength, and self-belief in the most memorable ways. Leaving home for the first time, I was filled with eagerness to make new friends, discover what I loved, study independently, make my own decisions, walk alone with confidence, travel with courage… everything felt new and exciting. Independence wasn’t just a word; it was an adventure. At that tender age, boarding school felt like a dream come true. I had wanted it so badly, and I remain deeply grateful to my grandfather for giving me that opportunity. What I didn’t know then was how be...

From “Can I please…?” to “I want to…” and slowly, almost playfully, to “ You have to …” that shift doesn’t happen with just anyone. It unfolds quietly, between two people who understand the space between request and reassurance & yes, when I say, “ I am not demanding and I am obedient ,” it isn’t surrender, it’s trust wrapped in mischief. It’s comfort disguised as humor. That kind of laughter that follows, the kind that roars without warning and lingers far beyond the moment is rare. It doesn’t visit often. But when it does, it finds a home between two souls and stretches time into something weightless, believe me… you’ve found your person. The one who laughs not just at your jokes, but with your heart. The one whose presence turns ordinary seconds into unrepeatable memories. In the chaos of life, we often forget to honor those who once gave us their presence so effortlessly, their affection without conditions, their time without complaint. The ones who made our days softer and ...