Saturday Night, Books & Bits of Life

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 Helsinki these days is chilly but soft,the kind of early autumn air dat makes u pull ur jacket tighter n breathe a little slower. Streets r calm...skies a muted grey n d wind has dat crisp edge dat wakes u up widout really shoutin. This weekend,Dad decided to throw a small gathering fr my friends to celebrate…well, me,finishing my Moot Court. Just a little boost,a quiet nudge of pride in d middle of my usual grind.He always finds ways to thread warmth n love into d everyday,small celebrations dat make life feel less like hustle n more like livin.My friends came over. Laughter bounced off d walls, snacks kept disappearing too fast,we shared stories dat hd deaines or seriousness. It hd nothin to do wid everyday worries.Though it was messy.It was real. And yet… somewhere in the middle of all dat,I coudn’t shake d thought of my achievement,d little pat on d back I was craving.I found myself sneaking glances at #Twitter,half-hopin someone wud notice,someone wud say d thing dat wud make my win feel just a bit more… solid.

Still, I tucked d longing away n sank into my books,pages turned. Thoughts drifted.Outside, Helsinki hummed quietly. Inside.. I found my own kind of celebration,in stories,in friends n in d soft,steady rhythm of a Saturday night dat felt entirely mine.

N yeah… I kept sneaking peeks @ my Twitter feed,half-expecting a cheer,a clap or evn a simple “yay you!"Funny hw validation tastes sweeter online somtyms by someone,evn wen d room around u is full of laughter. I guess dat’s just me...half lost in books,half lost in d little digital nudge of recognition I didn’t know I craved...


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