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THE OTHER SIDE OF INDEPENDENCE 🇮🇳

August 15th 2025 It's independence day celebration But where is independence? They say we're free But still Girls walk faster at night because of fear Still wears appropriate clothes,not for style, but for safety. Still A woman raped is questioned before the rapist is found. Still a girl learns to apologize before she learns to say “no.” Still she sacrifice everything for the society because here “Freedom" is what they say, not what they do They say we’re united. But still someone's being asked about their caste in 2025— Still...He can love her wholly But they’ll say he’s not one of us. Still...They drink the same water But not from the same glass. Still...He can build the temple, but not step inside it. Still...he can top the interview, but the form asks — “ Caste ?” before “ Capability .” Because here "caste" matters more than our hearts They say we're developing. But still the boy selling flags at the signal can’t even afford a notebook to write hi...

LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTERS 😌

Some days just feel too long and heavy. Not because something big happened, but because there were too many small things accumulating. That’s exactly how my day was—tiring, stressful, and my mind was already full of tomorrow’s to-do list. After work, I went to my usual restaurant. It’s a small, familiar place I visit often. I didn’t need to look at the menu. As always, I asked the chef for my favorite bread omelette—even though it’s not on the menu, they always make it for me. I found my seat and waited. Ten minutes passed. No food. That wasn’t normal. The restaurant was clearly busier than usual. The staff were rushing around, handling orders, and somehow, my simple request got lost in the chaos. A waiter came over, looking a little apologetic. “Sorry, we missed your order. Can I take it again?” he asked. Honestly, I was too tired to wait again. I told him so. But he said gently, “Just two more minutes.” Something about his tone made me stay. A few minutes later, the bread omelette fi...

IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT😶‍🌫️

Hey, can I tell you something? You’re being too hard on yourself. I know you’ve been thinking, "It’s my fault. It’s because of me.” Maybe you even read that quote: How can I blame the wind for the mess it made, if it was me who opened the door? At first, it made sense—right? Yes, we make decisions. We open the doors. And we face the consequences of what follows. But then I read something that completely changed my perspective: How do I know it’s a wind? I thought it would be a gentle breeze. I thought it would be refreshing. I thought it would be relaxing. I thought it would calm me. That hit differently. You see, we don’t open doors expecting storms. We open them with hope—hoping for peace, growth, healing, maybe just a little light. You had good intentions. And sometimes, things don’t go the way we imagined. That doesn’t mean it’s your fault. It means you’re human. P...

The Hidden Cost of “Free"😶‍🌫️

In a world full of choices, we are often drawn to things that seem "free" or inexpensive. Somewhere, I read that: "NETFLIX doesn't cost Rs. 499, It costs you your time. Coke doesn't cost Rs. 30, It costs you your health. Social media isn't free, It costs you your focus. THERE IS ALWAYS A HIDDEN COST!! Yes, it's absolutely true. In all these cases, the upfront cost may seem small, but the true cost is far greater—your time, health, focus, and even privacy. We live in a world where convenience often disguises the real cost. The truth is, nothing is truly free. Whether it's your attention, your health, or your time, there's always something being traded. So, next time something seems free, pause and ask: What am I truly paying for? Because the price tag is never the full story. It’s the hidden costs that we often fail to notice until it’s too late. Remember: If you're not paying for the product, you are the product. ---------

NOT ALL MEN😌

Not all men are shadows in the night, Some carry lanterns, spreading light. The bus driver who paused as I ran, A stranger who reached out, lending a hand. The teacher who taught with patience and care, The childhood friend who was always there. The shopkeeper who smiled despite the strain, The kind soul who shared their umbrella in rain. The colleague who eased a daunting task, The mentor who answered the questions I asked. The doctor who stayed long past their time, The neighbor who shared their food in kind. The policeman who guided me when I was lost, The husband who loved me at no thought of cost. The father who prayed for me The brother who stayed with me Not all men take; some give and provide, Not all men fall; some rise with pride. Not all men wound; some heal with care, Not all men leave; some always stay ...

BEYOND THE MASK💝

You should be brave, not a slave, Be tough, but never rough. Be bold, not cold, Hide your tears and throw away your fears. Why all this? Because you’re a man, Expected to do all you can. But remember, it’s not just a role, He's a man with a heart, and a soul. Brave at times, but a slave for his girl, Tough yet a soft man in his daughter’s world. Bold, but not always with his wife, For his mom knows his fears in life. He doesn’t always need to hide his tears, For even the sky sheds rain when heavy with fears. He doesn’t always need to be responsible, For sometimes it’s okay to be vulnerable. Remember this truth, he's a boy, not a toy, With dreams to build, and a life to enjoy. If you can’t support him, then step aside, For he needs understanding, not judgment or pride