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King of the Jungle
King of the jungle Humans teach their children that the Lion is the king of the jungle. Stories are told, crowns are imagined, and the lion is given a throne in the minds of people.Yet the lion knows nothing of this. It is born, it hunts, it protects, it survives, and one day, it dies.. without ever knowing the place another species gave it. It never asks to be king.It never seeks validation…
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Sweet little pieces of cloud
What’s your favorite candy? Big white marshmallows are my favourite kind of candy, it feels like I’m eating tiny pieces of a cloud.
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A dream day.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end. A Dream Day in My LifeI wake up after a very long, deep sleep — the kind that leaves no heaviness behind.I know, quietly and with certainty, that everyone I love is safe, loved, and living a happy life.There is no anxiety waiting for me.No pressure from work.No invisible list of things I must hurry to become.I wake up early — gently.I get…
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An auto to silk board.
By eight o’clock, everything in my little room was perfectly under control. My bag was packed.My clothes were chosen.My alarm-clock brain had done the maths leave at 8:15pm, reach the bus stop by 8:45, wait peacefully for my 9 pm bus. In Bangalore, planning is a small, fragile act of hope.But I still believed in it.I was just about to close my laptop and slip it into my handbag when my screen…
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Dreams of the night.
Like a flower that dares to bloom only in the corners of the night, my heart opens quietly and with the first thin light of day, it begins to lose its petals. Enchanting wishes come close to me, only to fade before they can become real. I feel like a small, broken fragment of a wandering star, always moving, yet never arriving Yet I wonder… why does the day keep coming back, when all that…
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The cold didn't bother me that day.
I hadn’t carried a jacket today. I was wearing a thin dress, and by the time I stepped out of the office it was already 9:30 pm and it was bloody cold outside. I was shivering while walking towards my scooter, honestly wondering how I was even going to make it home in that weather.Then I suddenly remembered that I had a raincoat in the scooter. I thought, okay… at least that will give me a…
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The heart bleeds..
When the heart bleeds the system breaks!
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Nidra Devi is pissed!!
Some days, I nap like a well-fed panda during the day and then at night, I toss and turn in bed, trying to win over Nidra Devi. But nope, she’s clearly annoyed and refuses to grant me the simple wish of sleep. So I open up my imagination box, flipping through random topics to trick my brain into shutting down, only to accidentally select Overthinking. Now I’m not just sleepless, I’m wide…
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The Left Hand Behind My Back
From the time I was a little girl, I was taught that, “when you give to the needy or when you do a kind deed, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing—so that your giving may be in secret. And your God, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” This wasn’t just a verse I heard in church; it became a way of life for me. I followed that principle to the core—both…
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Lets rather wear shoes
I would rather wear shoes than try to clear all the thorns and stones from the way.
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Questions and answers.
As humans, we are naturally driven to seek answers. There’s an innate satisfaction in solving puzzles, uncovering truths, and making sense of the world around us. We ask questions like Who am I? Why am I here? Why is my life the way it is? And at some point, every person has pondered the existence of God. Yet, when we fail to find answers, we often feel restless, unfulfilled, or even lost.Perhaps…
Attachment
Attachment is like joining two pieces of fabric—either sewn together with strong stitches or simply glued.When two fabrics are stitched tightly, separating them quickly can tear the material, leaving behind damage. If you want to remove the stitches without harm, you must patiently undo them one by one, a slow and careful process.On the other hand, if the fabrics are joined with a light adhesive,…
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Detachment.
Detachment makes you realize that Attachment leads to expectations, which in turn lead to disappointment.
Faded reality.
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Fake or not!!
Fake people are like fake gold jewelry.Some can identify them at first glance, having the experience to spot the difference.Others may take time to realize it.But just like fake gold loses its shine and value over time, fake people will eventually reveal their true nature.
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Work! Why?
Have you ever turned away from your laptop and wondered why you’re taking so much stress? Why should I perform? Why should my work quality be good? Why should I charge this many hours? Why can’t I sit and relax like primitive humans?Then you remember the people who depend on you, the bills you have to pay, and the never-ending expenses. And you’re like… Ah, that’s why.
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To my Darkest
I wished you disappeared, when you poured out your love, selflessly for day and night. I was wrong! I crave your breeze, on summer evenings, while I loll on my bed, I crave for you! They say your face, have many shades to it, Often that you change. Yet I crave your love, when you have your darkest face.  I preferred you the most, when you turned black, I loved you the most, when…