Lyf....An Irresistable Crush

The Last Slice Before Vacations Every school has traditions… Some are written in rule books. Some quietly survive in children’s laughter. Mine survived in slices of watermelon. Long before we students began calling it the legendary “Tarbooz Party”, there was simply a tired British man standing under the ruthless Delhi sun. Mr. Gange — the founder of our missionary school. They say when he first came to see the barren land where our school stands today, the heat was unbearable. Delhi summers have never really shown mercy to anyone. They carried watermelons along with them that day. Nothing fancy. No grand celebration. Just exhausted souls sitting under the burning sky, cutting open cold watermelons to survive the afternoon heat. Maybe they laughed. Maybe they sat silently. Maybe they had no idea that this tiny act of relief would one day become a sacred memory for generations of children. But somehow… it did. And even today, right before summer vacations begin, our school still carries ...

 For me, #GuruTeghBahadurSahibJi is nt someone I just “believe in"...he is literally d space I exist in.I did nt choose him…feels lyk he chose me way before I evn knew wat faith means.There is dis calm…dis unseen shield…lyk no matter hw messy things get,I m still held somewhere.I breathe… n it tbh! It feels lyk I m breathin under his protection.He is nt history to me… nt just some name ppl say wid respect.He is alive…in d way I suddenly feel strong on my weakest days…! In d way fear just softens widout reason...People call it devotion…bt fr me,its more lyk belonging... Lyk I dunno evn need to ask…n still I m bein protected,guided…n llookedafter.And may b dat’s y words nvr feel enugh. Hw do I evn put into words someone whose presence feels infinite…wile I m just tryin to exist widin a fraction of it.He is nt part of my lyf…he is my centre…my silence…my everythin. Watever I am… watever I’ll become… it will always lead back to him…always...!  

Nvr felt crush fr anyone lyk other girls of my batch in school as well as in College.Nt bcz I was schooled in all girls institutions. Bt as per my frndz,I was different…kinda super obsessed of myself n proud of my Afghan ancestry…God knos better,perhaps yup! I saw girls pluckin flower petals sayin…he loves me…he loves me nt. N always observed dem thinkin dem stupid ones…lyk seriously,dat level of drama? Nt my thing @ all! Bt look @ meeee now…as exams r nearin…I m really afraid…wile tryna du d same…pluckin d petals of a flower…humming…dat wud lemme study…or dat won’t lemme study seriously! Nup…still nt any boy,man!😅 I did nt fall dat easy…or may b I did…just in my own twisted way…😊 It’s #Twitter…my all tym crush…to whom I lost my heart since I joined it…n damn…dis one does nt evn try to win me back, still keeps me hooked lyk i m some muse, scribblin fr it endlessly…guess,i m nt dat immune after all 😉😅 #DelicateDilemma 

 Wat if I hd been born as a male? I feel I wud still keep things v simple n real.I wud nvr make any girl feel insecure just by bein around me.If anything, I wud want my presence to feel safe n respectful.I wud use my manhood in d right way...standing up fr d weak,helping those in need n treating evryone wid basic dignity.I wud nvr go around flirting randomly or sending copy-paste DMs pretending to b some love-struck soul to multiple girls!!! That kind of behaviour feels fake to me! N I wud nt hide my real self behind private accounts just to show somethin else in public.If I evr ended up duing things lyk dat,I think I wud nt feel right callin myself a man @ all...tbh!

 The soft chaos of being a law student wid a scrollin addiction…sitting @ d dinner table,finally away frm case laws n notes yet nothin really leaves me. All day it’s sections,lectures dat constant academic weight…n then I come here...#twitter feels lyk my soft corner @ d end of it all…Nt an escape just d only place where I can breathe lyk myself again...

 Wen d ace prankster gets pranked…! Since day before yesterday I was under d impression I hd dropped my cellphone somewhere wile stepping out of d library.Friends kept sayin,just relax…huevr finds it will deposit it… you’ll get it tomorrow.Two whole days passed.Enquiries done.Hope gone. Long face all day yesterday… real worry was d SIM. And then…lo n bebehold They handed me a 🎁 wrapped in my favourite white paper...just to cheer u up,they saisaidI nside???? It was #MyPhone.Turns out d whole thing was a prank…just to keep me away frm #Twitter n pull me back into their circle fr a wiwile.Hw shameful,the ace prankster.. got properly pranked! And yes…I missed writin here fr those two long days........

For me,my connection wid Guru Tegh Bahadur Sahib ji has always been more than devotion…it’s personal,it’s eternal.My journey began @ Gurudwara Sis Ganj Sahib,where my grandmother had prayed for a granddaughter n I was born.From dat very day,I was told I was a blessing straight frm Guru Tegh Bahadur Sahib ji. That invisible thread,tying my heart to his spirit, has guided me thru lyf evr since. Evry story of his courage,evry act of sacrifice…it resonates widin me...quietly shaping who I am. That’s the very reason I have an ultimate aversion fr Aurangzeb…wid no hard feelings for Islam,as my holy book always echoes Ram n Allah in unison. And now,I know dat wen my perishable self is no more,my soul’s only wish is to return to him... Gurudwara Rakab Ganj Sahib will b my final abode, d place where my journey concludes.No matter where lyf takes me,dis sacred space remains my safest place,my anchor, my home...It is here dat I hope my soul may find rest, a place among d eternal blessings dat h...