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Where the Noise Ends and I Begin

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Ever wondered what the hardest battle in life really is? It’s not with the world, not with situations, and certainly not with others. It’s with your own thoughts. That internal dialogue—the quiet storms, the endless doubts, the loud silences—can sometimes be more exhausting than anything happening around you. And that brings me to what this blog is truly about: solitude . Now, for those of you stumbling across my blog randomly, you might think, “Wow, this girl’s always writing about loneliness.” And those who know me personally might go, “Come on, you’ve got a good life. What’s there to feel lonely about?” And honestly, both are right in their own ways. But also... not entirely. You see, just because someone smiles doesn’t mean they aren’t fighting their own quiet battles. Just because someone seems surrounded by people doesn’t mean they don’t feel alone. As Shakespeare once said, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” And I? I’m simply playing my part. In...
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Where I Grew Up vs Where I Grew Strong

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Living alone for quite some time now—well, not entirely alone, but away from the warmth, familiarity, and comfort of my near and dear ones—has been one of the most transformative experiences of my life. Moving to a city that once felt foreign and intimidating wasn’t easy. Every face was unfamiliar, every street unmarked in my memory. But somehow, through quiet mornings, unexpected breakdowns, late-night dinners alone, and the steady rhythm of routine, this city started to feel like a part of me. Not because it welcomed me with open arms, but because I carved my place into it. Growing up, I was cocooned in comfort. I didn’t lift a finger. My parents did everything—from making my bed to bringing me water when I didn’t even ask. I was so dependent, so sure that comfort was the default state of life. But life had other plans. And this move—this leap into the unknown—was the beginning of my becoming. Living away from home has taught me things no classroom or job ever could. I learned how to...
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From Confetti to Clarity: Turning 22

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Okay, I know what you’re thinking — “Your 22nd birthday was a while ago, why post about it now?” And you’re absolutely right. But here’s the thing — I’ve just started documenting my life, the little things that matter, the moments that sit quietly in my memory, waiting to be remembered. And how could I ever miss the chance to write about the day that celebrates... me? Now, why 22? Why not 18 or 21 or any other milestone year? The answer’s simple: I don’t remember most of my happy memories. I wish I did. But for some reason, the tough ones — the ones I’d rather forget — have taken up all the space. So since this birthday was still fresh, it made sense to pour it out now, before it fades into the background like the others. Funny thing is, I wrote the original version of this blog exactly ten minutes before I turned a year older. Just raw thoughts and real feelings. I didn’t know back then I’d shape it into something like this, something I’d actually want to share. But here we are. Turni...
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Between Marksheets and Meltdowns

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School life — it’s nostalgic, isn’t it? Growing up, I used to hate going to school. The bulky books, the stiff uniforms, the strict school environment... ugh. And to top it all off, when your mom works in the same school ? Girl, you’re doomed . Imagine being constantly watched — it felt like having a personal bodyguard on campus 24/7. Sure, it was a pride moment sometimes , but let’s be honest — most times it felt like a never-ending watchtower. I was the notorious, hyperactive, jovial girl — the one always laughing too loud, running too much, talking too fast. Maybe that’s what I’m missing in my life now. That chaos, that energy, that version of me. I was the teacher’s pet sometimes (perks of having your mom around), but mostly, I was the “partiality kid” in the eyes of my classmates. Even my hard-earned victories were brushed off as favoritism. But what they never saw was the pressure — the constant need to be at the top, to be the perfect student, to keep up with what was expect...
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This Blog Has No Point… and That’s the Point

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Three blogs in a single day? Yeah, yeah, I know — wow. But don’t be surprised. It’s not productivity or consistency — it’s just the thrill of finally giving my thoughts a voice. That’s it. That’s the blog. Honestly, I know myself well enough to say: I’ll probably vanish for days (weeks maybe?) and then show up out of nowhere with another emotional outpouring like this. Life is chaotic. Unpredictable. So am I. Today, I don’t really have a topic . This isn’t about passion, purpose, ambition, or success. This one’s just… a thought dump. Right now, I’m in a strange state of mind — that kind of mood where you're smiling but still feel an odd emptiness. I’m happy. I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m homesick. All at once. And no — before you roll your eyes and blame it on “girl problems” — don’t . This isn’t hormones. This is just me , being a girl with a whirlwind of emotions — because let’s be honest, feelings don’t always come with logic. My thoughts? Scattered. Shattered. Sitting in corn...
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Maybe I’ll Figure It Out Someday, But Until Then…

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Let’s start with passion. Do any of you wake up every morning with fire in your belly for something—so strong that you live for it, dream of it, breathe it, study for it, and proudly call it your purpose? Well, in my case, I don’t even know what I’m up to in life. How does one become so sure about their passion? How do you know this is it? Because if someone asks me what I want—I honestly have no answer. And the truth is, I haven’t had one for a long time. I studied Math. Then Biology. Then Engineering. Now I work in Sales. And I’m pursuing an MBA. Sounds confusing? Chaotic? Directionless? Maybe. But to me—it’s just life. Unfiltered. Unplanned. Unfolding. Most of my journey so far has looked like this: “They said, so I did.” Society, family, expectations—they all had a plan for me. I just followed along. I scroll through social media, and I see my peers with picture-perfect timelines: Graduation by 22. Relationship by 25. Marriage by 27. Kids by 30. And me? Still figuring out w...
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Unfiltered, Unscripted & Unapologetically Me

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I’m finally penning down some thoughts. Random? Maybe. Raw? Definitely. It took a lot more courage than I thought to put my own words out here on a platform like this. You see, I’ve always been that person — the one who stayed off-camera, avoided the spotlight, shied away from attention, and quietly let insecurities define the narrative. But last night, while lying in bed and overthinking (as usual), something shifted. A thought hit me — gentle but persistent: “Maybe it’s time.” Time to let it out. Time to give my thoughts a voice. Time to stop carrying everything inside and finally let some of it breathe. This isn’t going to be a polished blog filled with life lessons or perfect pictures. This will be a messy, heartfelt journal from someone who overthinks every word, every silence, every glance. From a girl who’s trying to find her rhythm in this ever-scrolling, fast-paced, hyper-curated social world. A daughter, a dreamer, a survivor — just trying to feel seen in a world t...
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