Life of teenagers

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...

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...

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...

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. ---------