the writer's block.

[misrisblog]

Oh, to be a character who loves love so fiercely.

To be Ayat. To be Roshi.

The roshni in everyone’s life.

I’ve watched so many Pakistani dramas, sitcoms, and serials—you name it. But rarely have I walked away feeling this deeply seen, this deeply held by a character. Roshi doesn’t just love—she burns with it. She’s bold, chaotic, protective, open. She’ll call her boss “mighty rude Noyan” to his face and send him an email telling him to go to hell… all while falling hopelessly, madly, beautifully in love with the same man.

And Talha?

He started off as the stoic, grumpy boss—but from the first episode, I knew this man had a heart. A loud, aching, echoing heart that had just been told one too many times that it wasn’t lovable. And then came Ayat. Our chaotic, pure-hearted, deeply human Roshi—who saw it. Who accepted it. Who accepted him.

This show isn’t just a love story—it’s a story of acceptance.

Of Talha finding home in Roshi.

Of Mohid finding peace in himself.

Of Roshi finding purpose in her madness and light in her chaos.

She’s stupid, impulsive, immature, and slightly unhinged—but she’s everything. She’s kind, mindful, sharp when she needs to be (yes, even while plotting Shariq’s murder—girlboss moment?). She’s not just a mad lover. She’s a person. And Talha loves her because of it, not in spite of it.

So yes—I loved the show.

Yes—I cried watching the finale.

And yes—I saw a little bit of me in Roshi.

"Beqarar yeh dil, tera pagal hai… samjhe na."

And maybe, that’s the point.

#meemsemohabbat

[misrisblog]

To the greatest man I knew,

Dear Nana,

If anyone asked who I respected most in the world, it would be you and Nani. It wasn't just because you were my grandfather, but because you exemplified why everyone called you THE Dr. DK Shrivastava.

I remember summer vacations on your Activa, buying supplies for my projects. Everyone in Bilaspur seemed to know you, even at unfamiliar shops. "Sir ne hume padhaya hai" (Sir taught us) - that phrase resonated deeply. You weren't just a great teacher, but a truly remarkable human being.

From being a father figure to your brothers, to taking charge of the family and making a name for yourself, you inspired us. In a time when women faced limitations, you ensured every woman in our family received an education and became independent. You championed love and fun. How many can say their Nana encouraged them to play with a simple, "Jao khel ke aao" ?

Summertime water fights with you are unforgettable. Even scoldings ultimately benefited me. I'm fortunate to have countless stories – your memory for details, from my friends' names to every exam result I shared. Watching Mahabharata, Dilip Kumar classics, sharing ice cream (your favorite!), trips to Deen Dayal Garden and Kanan Pendari Zoo – especially your superior knowledge that even made the tour guides speechless at monuments!

You supported my humanities choice, believing I could become a historian. All you ever wanted was for me to take care of myself, study hard, and look after our family. Nana, I promise to fulfill these wishes with all my heart.

The dedication and love you poured into your career, even amidst early life struggles, providing for your brothers, extended families, and us – we are all who we are because of you.

Right now, there's sadness and a void. But I know you're at peace. Perhaps doing yoga, reading the paper, sending a good luck message before my exams (on WhatsApp!), and most importantly, watching over us all.

These are just a few memories. Today, I celebrate you – your achievements as a teacher of chemistry and life lessons, a man who truly lived. Dearest Nana, you are and always will be our everything. Everything we do is a tribute to you and the dreams you had for me.

With all my love, forever

apki betu

om shanti .

[misrisblog]

"Feeling of Void," as the internet explains it, is all about experiencing a deep, empty, and sometimes super tough-to-put-into-words sense of emptiness and unhappiness. It usually happens when you're feeling like you lack a purpose or fulfillment in your life. So, you might be wondering, why's Ms. Sappy all introspective today? What's got her down?

Well, here's the deal – I've been down that deep void road. You know, that feeling of not fitting in anywhere? It's like you're in a room full of folks, but you're feeling like you're flying solo. Or it's when your closest bud isn't there for you when you need 'em most. It's also the lonely train ride back home or that late-night drive where you're second-guessing every decision you've ever made.

It could be that seventh-grade crush, that time you missed a deadline, or passing up on a trip with your buddies. Personally, I've felt this way quite a bit, and as the internet rightly points out, it's not easy to explain. Lately, I've been dealing with a mixture of guilt, regretting all the time I've spent on stuff that doesn't really matter in my practical, law school life. I mean, come on, I'm in college – I should be laser-focused, right? Well, I am, mostly, but in these tough moments, I just wish I had someone to lean on, maybe that friend I'm always yearning for or the one who promised to be there but isn't.

It's not about having someone physically there; it's about having someone who's emotionally present, or just knowing that someone, somewhere, cares. In times like these, all I want is a comforting hug from that one person who always made me feel at ease. We're not always seeking practical advice or stern words; sometimes, we just need a shoulder to cry on and move forward. But what do you do when you don't get that? Should I mope around and overthink things? I'm plagued by anxiety and frustrated with the one I expected so much from. Did I place my trust in the wrong person to be there for me? Let me clarify, these thoughts aren't just about romantic or platonic relationships; it's about feeling loved when you're going through that void.

One of my friends gently pointed out that my red flag is expecting too much from people who keep hurting me. I agree with her, but how do I explain to this well-meaning friend that I don't want anyone else to feel the way I did back in 10th grade when I was uninvited from birthday parties or bullied? Now, I know from what I've written, it might sound like I'm wallowing in self-pity, but let me make it clear: I'm totally aware of my surroundings, and I've become confident in my own company. But what does my 10-year-old self do when I'm in moments of sadness and need that person? How do I cope? Well, here's what I do – I write, just like I'm doing now. I take the internet by storm, treating it like my personal diary, and I talk about everything and anything that makes sense to me, right?

I'm gonna fill that void with my words, with my feelings of anger, emptiness, or you know what – I'll even try confronting myself in the mirror about why I'm feeling this way. If all else fails, I'll scream at that person I'm angry at in my dreams, hoping they get the message. Maybe I'll finally go on that walk I've been planning for ages. But will it all work, or will I keep yearning for that missing piece? Will that void ever truly be filled?

[misrisblog]

"Unveiling the Chatterbox: Understanding 'She Speaks A Lot'"

"Yaar ye kiitna bolti hai?"

I've often heard this question from friends, family, and even strangers who barely know me. But has that ever stopped me from speaking? Nope. You might be thinking it's rude of me to disregard a genuine concern about my talkative nature. However, I see it as a situational comment.

Recently, I was engaged in a serious conversation with someone new on my college campus. We were discussing the typical student existential crises, and, being myself, I became deeply invested in the conversation. I spoke at length, delving into my thoughts and wanting the person to know that I genuinely heard and understood them. Then, a fellow student politely asked me to lower my voice. I understood where they were coming from; I tend to speak quickly and loudly. So, I toned it down to accommodate their request.

There have been other instances as well, like at a family gathering where I shared my thoughts during an adult discussion. I couldn't help but overhear the exasperated voice of a well-meaning relative saying, "How much does she talk?" In such situations, I feel the person is wrong unless I've said something inappropriate or immature.

These two incidents are just a couple of examples of how people have tried to rein in my speech. Let me share with you the power of speech I inherited from my extremely talented father. He was once a radio jockey and later pursued a career in the expressive world of the corporate sector. During my schooling, he encouraged me to express my thoughts freely. However, right before college, he imparted a piece of advice that he had learned the hard way and continues to learn: speak less and choose when to speak wisely.

During my first year of undergrad, I might not have fully heeded this advice, but as I gained more experience, I understood the importance of knowing when and where to speak. Not everyone will share my sense of humor or interpret remarks in the same way I do. My journey of mastering the art of speaking has been ongoing, and I doubt it will ever truly end.

I'm the type of person who, when sad or angry, might go silent for a while. Those close to me become concerned about my lack of speech during those times, while those less familiar with me see it as a respite from my sometimes overwhelming conversations. I'm the kind of person who fills silence or voids with speech. Just as some people eat to fill the void, I speak. I'm awkward, what can I say? I can't sit still, constantly fearing that others might be quietly judging me or getting bored. I often dislike silence, but the newly discovered ambivert in me seeks silence when I'm with people who share that comfortable silence.

As an inner romantic who's currently single, I long for someone who can tolerate my nonsense, random quips, facts, old memories, and discussions ranging from world politics to pop culture moments. I desire someone who can walk with me silently during our late-night strolls. Returning from my dreamland, what I'm trying to convey is that the characters I relate to are often as talkative as me, like Geet from "Jab We Met" or Kitty from "That '70s Show." However, lately, I've started to see myself in observant yet talkative characters like Aisha from "Wake Up Sid" or Phil Dunphy from "Modern Family."

I'm the type of writer whose thoughts are all over the place, but in my defense, my writing serves as a way to channel my talkativeness onto paper (or Instagram captions). I believe I've begun to learn when to speak in class and whom to share my thoughts with. But I still occasionally reveal my crazy side in front of those who make me feel comfortable. This can sometimes land me in trouble, but that's what this journey is all about, right? The process will guide me towards the right balance of enthusiasm and confidence in my speech, knowing when and where to express myself.

Life will continue to teach me how to proceed, but for now, I'm going to keep learning, speaking, making mistakes, and repeating. To conclude, do you think you talk too much or too little?

[pulihora-deactivated20240203]

socho mai idea hoti aur tum technology, humari patang kya mast udti na?

Hasee Toh Phasee, 2014

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

Do you see yourself in songs?

Because I was listening to Drama Queen from Hasee toh Phas-

[materialistic-as-fuck]

I want that song "Golmaal hai bhai sab Golmaal hai" to play whenever I'm on the verge of taking a bad decision.

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

"Bhoori-bhoori aankhein teri, khankiyon se tere kitne chodhe"

Lekin halki bhoori-bhoori aankhein jo mere insecure aur self-doubting self ki ore teer chodh rahi hain, unhone toh mere ever suspicious aur overthinking dimaag ka jeena haraam kar rakha hai na.

[thewoodendoll]

-Hasee Toh Phasee

[sanegreen]

a guy in an all black kurta with sleeves rolled up and a chain. like yes mf, you're the most gorgeous shadow I've seen this diwali

[ramayantika]

नेक इरादा और पढ़ाई का पक्का वादा लिए उस सुबह कुछ ऐसी टकरायी की 1990 की वोह फरवरी आज तक हे मुझे याद।

।। Yeh unn dino ki baat hai jab ishq mein padna acha hua karta tha । ।

✤'Log bas dekhte hai sirf meri yeh hasi, jiske paas ro sakun aisa koyi aaspas nahi. Vakt bit jata yunhi aate jate, mera intezaar karne vala ghar mein koyi khaas nahi.

Bas mein jaanta hu aur chand jaanta hai. Hum dono jaisa jahan mein koyi udaas nahi.'✤

It is at this moment, Naina realizes that Sameer is not only the popular handsome guy of her school who indulges in mischief with his two friends, Munna and Pandit. It's night time and everyone is out in the garden to play 'Dumb charades' and Naina is in Sameer's room wondering what other secrets and emotions does this charming boy hide inside his heart.

Sameer is astounded when he hears Naina recite his lines from his diary. They are both alone in the lodge, the moon is young and bright over their faces while their classmates sleep soundly in their rooms. It's ironical how Naina is the one to uncover some of his deepest desires and emotions he so greatly hides under his 'popular guy' demeanour.

Is is then he realizes that Topper Naina isn't limited to her course books and good grades. She is kind, compassionate and understanding and maybe she is the only one who now gets to see his hidden self.

Naina was attracted to Sameer's good looks. Why wouldn't she? For her, he looked just like every 90s girl dream boy: Prem from Maine Pyar Kiya. But now, she fell in love for Sameer who writes shayari in his notebook about his loneliness and longing for a true companion.

-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

"There comes a point where love makes us selfish. First terming, the happiness of a lover as an identity to oneself, and when heartbroken, diving into a sea of tears. We become so oblivious to the world around us."

"Perhaps if someone had said this before, that Sameer Maheshwari would wait for a girl that too for apologizing, I would've laughed out loud."

And what have you gained young man by breaking the tender one's heart?

She declared you as her first love and lied for you. Her first love, a sweet dream that kept her awake on long nights. Her eyes once red due to lack of sleep, and now they are red for a young man played with a heart so tender.

Your pride broken, so you come stand by my doorway. To ease the guilt heavy on your chest, you come by to seek forgiveness?

Teach me how to love again? Teach me how to trust again?

And then perhaps, I shall learn how to forgive you.

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Yeh unn dino ki baat hai jab rishte status ya looks se nahi balki dil aur astitva se bannte the

This show had touched a lot of hearts who even in this dating and hookup culture of today still desired a soft, innocent love story made up of stolen glances and hidden phone calls from families.

This post only tried to show their school love story, but the entire show showed how both of them matured into their adulthood which I shall cover in the next series of this post. The school love has my heart and I always feel giddy when I rewatch it again. But, I loved how this couple had each other's back in troubling times. They fought with each other but eventually came back. They learnt so much after marriage and I feel that what my mother once said is true.

'You may fall in love before marriage and everything will seem perfect. But you start learning and realizing so much about relationships and your partner when you start living with them, be it as a marital relation or as today's living in status.'

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Tagging: @poison-daffodil

[i-am-kind-of-lost]

You know when a piece of media actually hits you in your soul, and you don’t even have the words to like properly describe what it makes you feel. yeah…

[the-pappu-that-cant-dance]

Honestly, Ms Marvel is 🤌🏻 *chef's kiss*

The desi references

The SONG SELECTION( I died when they played Ritviz and Pasoori)

The full 'I love my nani more than my mom'

Ahhhhh

12/10

[aapki]

nahi per koi to apna bana le piya

[thecrazyinktrovert]

Love English music all you want, but NOTHING, I repeat NOTHING, hits harder than desi music. Like every single singer has their own trademark genre which they can execute PERFECTLY?? 

Can we talk about Arijit’s Mai gehra tamas tu sunehra sawera main tera in Kalank? 

or his Tum sath ho ya na ho kya fark hai, bedard thi zindagi bedard hai in Agar tum sath ho? 

or Tujh sang sukhi roti bhaye in Mast Magan? Ok leave that. 

Lets talk about Atif’s Khayalon me lakho baaten yun toh keh gaya, bola kuch na tere saamne in Tu jaane na?

or Rafta rafta tera hua, tere bin mai hu benishan in Tera hua?

or Tenu lakhan ton chhupa ke rakhaan akkhaan te sajaa ke tu ae meri wafaa, rakh apna bana ke main tere layi aan yaara in Dil Diyan Gallan? Ok leave that

Let’s talk about KK’s Chaand Teri roshni ka halka sa ek saaya hai in Ajab Si?

Or dil kyun yeh mera shor kare, idhar nahi udhar nahi teri orr chale in Dil Kyu Yeh Mera?

Or lut Gaye hum teri mohabbat me in Tadap Tadap? Ok leave that.

Let’s talk about Jubin Nautiyal’s tum se jo mil gaye, Mausam khil gaye, khudse ladne Lage hum sawarne lage in sawarne lage?

Or Mausam mohabbaton ke, lamhe ye chahaton ke apne liya bane hai maan le in Gazab ka hai din?

Or tere bina main na rahu mere bina tu in raatan lambiyan? Fine, leave that as well. 

Lets talk about Shreya Ghoshal’s kaise huzurji ye lab dikhlaaye, chuppi lagake bhi gazab hai yeh dhaye in saibo.

Or Ye ishq haaye baithe bithaaye jannat dikhaye hain in ye ishq?

Or Dil bharta nahi, aankhen rajjti nahi, chaahe kitna bhi dekhti jaaun, waqt jaaye main rok na paaun in Thodi Der?

And DO NOT get me started on Mohammad Rafi, Kishore Kumar, Lata Ji, Asha ji and Sonu Nigam. Desi songs are peak lyrics, romance, emotion and vocals. You’re straight up wrong if you think ANYTHING can beat that. I love Taylor, 1D and all, but Hindi songs? Absolutely unmatched!

Comment/reblog you favourite lyrics below!

[withlovezeuge-er4104-deactivate]

APNA BANA LE, PIYA dil ke nagar mein seher to baasa le piya

[chalwahanjaatehain]

Tu mera koi na hoke bhi kuch laage, apna bana le piya