Lyf....An Irresistable Crush

 Afghanistan… my ancestral land, my roots, my history. And yet, today, it bleeds.Reading about the recent attacks,abt children and civilians killed,I can’t help bt feel it in my chest. The pain of a place you’ve never fully abandoned, the grief of people whose lives are ripped apart by cruelty you can’t comprehend…it doesn’t stay distant. It reaches u. Every report,every image,every story feels like a wound. Innocent lives taken, futures stolen,laughter silenced.And it hurts,because this isn’t just news. This is home...in memory n blood.I carry the sorrow of those who suffer.I carry the anguish of a land that has endured too much,for too long.Afghanistan doesn’t deserve this,does it!? Its people dunno deserve this.And evn frm afar,my heart beats wid them,mourns wid the n of course,refuses to look away. PicCourtesy: Google

 Some ppl pick swords…some stay quiet...me,I throw words. They come out raw, unpolished…straight frm my mood. Somtyms, I tease ppl mercilessly n still get away wid it…somtyms poke where others just scroll past.I ain’t here to post bait...I ain’t here to beg fr likes. I just drop lines dat either sting, soothe or stick...depends how u read me.N may b dat’s y ppl either vibe wid me… or can’t stand me fr a sec.No middle lane...lolz! So if ur here lookin fr filters n fakery…wrong door man!Bt if ur here fr raw edges,messy truths n convos dat don’t die easy...welcome,its vry much me.

There’s a place near #RedFort that still holds a part of me...#PresentationConventSchool..where I spent 2006 to 2018 growing up.Even now,frm far away, I often find myself wandering its campus in my dreams...and it makes my heart feel lighter.The campus had its own quiet charm. As soon as you step inside the gates,the noise of Chandni Chowk fades.The long verandas wid their arches always stayed cool,evn in Delhi’s blazing summers...Classrooms opened to bright corridors n evry corner carried a memory...soft whispers between classes, d sound of notebooks flipping,laughter echoin down the hall...The courtyard was everything...those morning assemblies under d sky,our games periods,our divided skirts n our silly dramas...sheer fun! At recess, we’d rush to d benches under d gulmohar trees, sharin lunchboxes n stories,dat felt huge back then.The building wasn’t fancy bt it felt solid n familiar...like our second home. The arches,d worn stair rails, evn d old notice boards seemed like they hd s...

 #Twitter… my all tym crush…but tbh…the moment India n Pak step on the cricket field, everything gets contaminated.😒Flood of hate posts…all that fun n pleasant stuff…gone. All that makes Twitter feel like heaven… disappears...It’s literally like a Tom n Jerry show…😉 India chasing Pak,Pak teasing India… everyone screaming,everyone cheering…chaos everywhere...Ppl picking sides, memes flying like missiles,fuck nope! The little laughs...the tiny warmth…all buried under this madness.😏 I wish if some miracle cud happen... somehow🤔 Till then...I scroll…sigh… n enjoy #Twitter…on other days…when it’s still my all tym crush…my heaven…😊

 Today,India didn’t just win a cricket match, they wrote another proud page in history. Beating Pakistan by 7 wickets in the Asia Cup wasn’t merely a victory on the scoreboard, it was a peaceful, thundering reminder: sometimes the loudest answer doesn’t need weapons, it only needs a bat and a ball. On the field, Team India delivered what felt like a surgical strike, not on a battlefield, but on the pitch.Call it Operation Sindoor, still continuing, yet carried out in the spirit of sport and pride.Every boundary, every wicket felt like a quiet, dignified slap to the faces of those who mistake violence for strength.For many of us, this win carries an emotional weight, it stands as a symbolic tribute to the innocent lives lost in tragedies like the Pahalgam terror attack.While cricket cannot heal every wound, victories like these remind us that unity, resilience n grace under pressure can honour those memories far more powerfully than anger ever could. India didn’t just beat Pakistan,...

 Sometimes even the places you love most can turn a little unfamiliar. Like this evening, on my favourite platform, when a simple match,India vs Pakistan,turned into a battlefield of words.I got carried away… blinded by my own nationalism. I let my bias spill out,and for a moment,I wasn’t proud of what I said.What stings more isn’t just the shame of being politically one-sided but the way it made the bond with that familiar voice from across the line who’s ribbed me more times than I can count feel strained.He’s been more than just another account on my timeline,almost a father figure to me.And yet,I let a game and a border come between that easy, warm space we had. It’s a small thing in the world’s noise  but inside,it felt huge. Awkward...Heavy.And I hate that I let it get there.Without his like or comment, my posts don’t just feel ordinary,they feel a little emptier,like something’s missing that only he could give.

 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...

 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...

 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...

 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....!

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...

 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...

 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..

The one who sculpted evry star… filled sun n moon wid light to brighten evn earth’s darkest corners…the creator of galaxies ovr galaxies…his aura’s beyond human gaze…the owner of evry soul…the only one who truly deserves evry bow…We keep standing in awe of the creation… forgetting d One who made it all. Galaxies amaze us,stars steal our breath,bt d unseen hand behind dem!And fr me…evry bow ain't blind. It’s knowin who truly holds it all together.He is d one n only who truly deserves every bow...

 There are moments we don't revisit,nt because we’ve forgotten…bt because we remember too well.A tune plays. A line echoes.And suddenly, you’re back where you thought you’d moved on from,nt fully,nt really.It's strange hw some things linger without asking permission...Nt evry silence is empty.Nt evry distance is cold.Sometimes,stayin away is the only way to hold on... quietly. And so,you move forward,with memories that still tap on ur shoulder when d world goes still.No names...No blame...Just... somethin that once meant something. Maybe still does....

Some memories just stick...nt 'coz they were grand,bt 'coz they felt real.Today being friendship day, i kinda slipped back to one such old day frm my IELTS prep days in Delhi,British council phase.Books,pressure,silence...n a stone bench outside d building.I used to reach early, mostly to breathe before d classes hit hard n this bench near d lawn,always half-sunny,half-shadowed.One random afternoon,as i sat wid my cue cards,tryin to sound less awkward in my own head...a girl wid wild curly hair just dropped beside me wid a tired sigh dat legit scared two pigeons off 😂,"you got d ‘describe a person who inspired you’one?”No hellos, no names,just that.I passed her my card,she took it like we’d known each other since forevr.that bench became our thing after dat.We nevr really planned it bt somehow always ended up there before class.Shared vocab tricks,cursed mock tests,laughed ovr grilled cheese sandwiches.One tym she handed me her umbrella mmid-rain n saved my entire speakin...

 Some places aren’t just monuments,they’re memories, roots n reflections of who we are. For me, #RedFort has always been that one constant.Growin up in Delhi,I didn’t just know the Red Fort,I felt it, day in n day out. Bein in the same vicinity as my school,#PresentationConvent,the #RedFort was nevr just a heritage site,it was part of my evryday view.Sittin in my school bus as a young girl,I remember catchin those glimpses wid childlike adoration…gatherin dat quiet, regal vibe,almost unknowingly, evry single day.Even now,as life takes me far frm home,dat image,the bold red walls,the echoes of history,the calm beyond the chaos,keeps coming back to me.It’s like a part of me still stands there,tucked somewhere between the school gates and the fort’s mighty arches....It’s nt abt architecture alone.It’s abt the soul of #Dilli. It’s about the sense of belongin....#RedFort is more than just a fort for me...It’s my eternal heartbeat.And no matter where I live, I’ll keep carryin it inside m...

I miss the days when I cud afford to spend more tym than now… just diving into books.Back then, reading wasn’t just a pass tym,it was a whole vibe.A quiet escape. And honestly,my Delhi roots always knew how to pull me back to that space.#Reading. I always felt a bit apart frm the crowd,carryin this quiet elegance for readin.I tried different genres just to explore,bt..bt my heart always leaned toward d classics. That pull…tymless.I really miss those carefree days of walking down to #KhanMarket,heading straight to my one n only literary treasure trove,#FaqirChand.The shelves,the silence,the scent of stories waitin to b lived… #nostalgia hitting beyond words.It’s nt that I don’t have good titles around me now…I do. Bt this packed,tiring schedule drains out d reader in me before I even touch a page....sigh!Somewhere inside, I’m still dat same reader.Just caught in a life that’s too fast to pause.....

We started early in d morn wid a dream,to hit a different destination,far frm d daily grind of our uni campus. And trust me, #Suomenlinna was it. As our ferry sliced through calm waters,it already felt like sheddin layers of stress....really! The island welcomed us like a page frm Shakespeare’s #TheTempest, the remote,wild yet full of quiet charm.I found myself slippin into Miranda’s shoes,nt waitin fr any shipwreck to bring a Ferdinand(lolz!) jussssst breathin in freedom...fully content in d now. No magic wands,no planned serendipity,yet I felt more blessed than #Miranda evr did. We picnicked under open skies, wandered through stone paths n laughed like kids unburdened...tbh. That fortress, those winds,d wide blue…they gave us more than a break,they gave us back our breath. I hdn’t planned a weekend like this before…bt I’ll be carryin dis one for a long,long tym,fr sure!🌊

As my maternal uncle,my dearest one and only Mamu is in the defence,serving the nation with all his heart,this day holds more than just patriotic weight…it’s personal. It’s a date etched into our bones.A prominent day fr all of us,evry single year.Some days don’t need reminders.They just reside inside us..quiet,heavy, unforgettable...26th July is that kind of day. #KargilDiwas.A day our nation bleeds a little...and bows a lot.It ain’t just abt rememberin a war.It’s abt rememberin the boys who nevr came back.The boys who didn’t get old to superannuate.Who didn’t get the life they deserved... because they chose to protect ours.They weren’t born soldsoldiers.They were someone’s child,someone’s brother,someone’s heartbeat.But when duty called,they picked up guns instead of pens,letters instead of selfies and walked into the fire without blinkin.No spotlight.No second thought.Just one thing in their heart,Don’t let the nation’s head evr bow down.They climbed those icy heights knowin well th...