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Nature’s wake-up call. Are we listening? The only visible power. I guess we are nothing in front of nature. We are nobody to define ourselves when we stand in front of nature. Nature truly understands only the language of love and care and shows exactly similar qualities back. Today, when I felt this, I…

Neha had always loved the quiet comfort of her routine. She worked at a publishing house, spent her weekends painting by the window of her cozy apartment, and indulged in her favorite coffee at the quaint café down the street. Life was simple, predictable—until the postcards started arriving. The first one came on a cloudy…

We built a world on vows and dreams,Stitched tight with hopes and quiet seams.But time, like tide, wore through the thread,And left me standing where we bled. The “we” that was began to fade,In echoes of the plans we made.I searched the ruins, not for you—But for the self I once outgrew. No longer…

On marks, knowledge and the holistic upbringing we owe our children I was watching a Marathi movie recently when a single scene stopped me cold. A Marathi medium school — modest, ordinary, the kind of building that has seen generations of children pass through its doors — was being torn down. In its place,…

I’m going to start somewhere uncomfortable. There’s a specific kind of pain that nobody really talks about — not in the way it deserves — and it’s this: realising that the people who were supposed to love you by default, without conditions, without you having to earn it, are the ones who make you…

On what we run toward and what we lose sight of along the way. Everything is temporary.Maybe we humans understand it late. Or sometimes we don’t understand it at all. We run behind money, stability, success, goals and what not. Not because those things are wrong — some of them are essential. But they…

On the words we throw, the kindness we choose, and the people who don’t deserve our space Let’s start with basics.When you give it a fancy name and enlighten your vocabulary, criticism still means the same thing at its core — talking negative about people. Simply being unkind toward others. Calling it something else…

The Tea Shop Between Time by Tales of Meera It was raining again. Not the kind of rain that demands attention, but the kind that feels like it’s been falling for centuries — quiet, tired, and personal. Riya didn’t have an umbrella. She hadn’t planned to be out this long. But something about walking…

On conditional love, emotional emptiness, and the kind of love that stays when things get hard   Love is the most beautiful thing.But when?That question sits with me more than any other. Not whether love exists — I know it does. Not whether it is powerful — I have felt that too. But when.…

“They say every relationship hits a rough patch after seven years.I used to laugh it off… until I lived it.”Taniya wrote this one night, staring at the quiet glow of her phone screen, thinking about the years that had passed — the laughter, the silence, the fights, and the love that somehow survived it…