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A Sincere Tribute to My Guru – Guru Tegh Bahadur Ji

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 This blog is a sincere tribute to my Guru on the occasion of the 350th year of his martyrdom. History has witnessed dark times when tyranny sought to crush the soul of faith. In the 17th century, Aurangzeb ordered that Kashmiri Pandits abandon their belief and embrace Islam or face the sword.At that hour of despair,it was only my Guru, Guru Tegh Bahadur Ji,who rose to shield them.Under his divine shelter,they found the courage to resist, and through his sacrifice, India was saved from losing its very culture and faith. Guru Ji chose not his comfort, not his throne, but his very life for the noble cause of protecting freedom of belief.His sacrifice was not for Hindus alone, not for Sikhs alone,but for humanity itself,for every soul’s right to worship freely. At that time,Guru Gobind Singh Ji was just nine years old.Yet with a fearless spirit,he urged his father to go forward for the cause of truth. A child with the heart of a lion proving that courage is not bound by age but by the...
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A Tribute Beyond Words...Teachers’ Day

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 Teachers’ Day nevr feels like just another date to me....It’s a day wen memories come alive,wen d faces of those hu shaped me walk through my mind, one by one... And today,I just want to pause n let my heart speak fr them. Miss Fran,my English teacher, my role model. Everythin at her was d finest…her words,her grace,her patience.She wasn’t just teaching me grammar or literature,she was shaping hw I looked atd world. Spell Bee was my forte because of no one else but my dearest Miss Frank.Her training,her inspiration,her belief in me...To dis day,  carry her lessons in d way I think,in d way I express,in d way I aspire to b better... Then came Miss David, wid her Social Science classes.She made history n civics feel alive,nt just as chapters bt as stories to b remembered n lived. Perhaps it was her influence that made current affairs my forte,the very edge dat helped me win evry quiz I evr took part in...n perhaps d v reason of my everlasting luv fr the majestic #RedFort. She t...
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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...
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“Boots of a Lawyer… Just 4 a Day”

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 Today’s moot court…damn,it was somethin else.I walked in,heart poundin,papers in hand,mind buzzin wid arguments I hd rehearsed a thousand tyms,yet d nerves didn’t care.I was d appallin one,d one hu cud trip ovr words or freeze mid-sentence,bt somehow,today,d universe decided to surprise me. D courtroom felt alive,evry gaze like a tiny spotlight,evry question like a test I wasn’t sure I cud pass.N then…I argued.I argued like I’d been born to do dis, words flowin,points hittin,logic sharp n unrelentin.D judges nodded,questioned,challenged,bt I countered,I defended,I held my ground. N in d end…I won.Me...D one who’d doubted herself,d one hu’d feared lookin foolish.I won. N d rush,d thrill,d disbelief,it all hit me at once.Nvr d thought I’d be slippin into d boots of a lawyer,feelin dis strange, exhilaratin power of conviction n command. Bt…bt lyf…#lyf always plays its cards in d most unpredictable way....!
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Part 2:Some Bonds Don’t Expire, They Just Go Quiet

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There are bonds u walk away frm,nt bcz they meant nothin… bt they meant toooo much...The kind where one late-night joke turns into a wound neither knew hw to treat. Where a harmless nudge, met a wall called belief.Suddenly,d easy laughs stopped!!! The 4 a.m. chats got silenced...The comfort of presence got hurt by pride n bruised by misunderstandings...And yet…There r songs...Certain lines...A familiar place.Or evn a random DM dat says“C P reminds of you” and suddenly d past isn’t so past.I dunno respond anymore.Nt out of hate bt bcz #peace costs more dan clarity now...Maybe it’s self-respect or maybe...it’s a fragile kind of forgiveness,d kind one gives silently,wid space.Bt truth is,some bonds dunno get expired. They just go quiet...to stay forevr!And sometyms…dat’s enough to still feel them...And dunno wanna loose that soulful a bond evr...wanna keep close...safely tugged within my soul forever! So…hw was my vibe?Can I b a scribe? Drop a word,if this held ur soul fr a while...
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Episode One: "The First Crossroads"

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 Zen had just arrived in the city,new streets,unfamiliar faces, and a college that felt too big to belong to.He carried himself with that quiet air of someone who had travelled far but was still searching for a corner to call his own.Pearl noticed him first in the library hall, hovering near the shelves as though he was lost,not for directions but for belonging. She had seen many freshers walk in with restless energy but Zen was different.He didn’t rush, didn’t chatter,he stood still, fingers trailing over the spines of books like they were old companions he hadn’t yet met.Later that week, fate played its card. A guest lecture was organised on campus,something about “Science and Society.” Pearl found herself seated two rows ahead when the professor, noticing the new face, asked Zen to introduce himself.His voice carried softly through the hall. He spoke of his love for Physics, of stars and equations, and then,almost casually,he quoted a line of Urdu poetry.The words rolled off his...
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A Day in Helsinki’s Heaven

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 Tbh…I didn’t evn think today would b dis gud.No big plan,no hype,just batchmates,a picnic spo n dat lazy“let’s just go” mood.And Helsinki? Man…dis place is built fr days like dis.Lakes dat just stare back @ u…trees swaying like dey’ve got all d tym ind world…air so fresh it almost feels unreal...tbh!We sprawled on d grass like we owned it…laughed at nothing till it hurt…passed snacks like dey were gold n made evn plain water taste special. Someone tried to nap,someone tried to sing,both failed,both hilarious!Phones stayed away n conversations felt warmer dan d sun.Helsinki didn’t just give us a picnic spot,it gave us a whole vibe....And honestly? Days like dis u dunno frget. And if u weren’t here…well,sucks to b u..
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