#everydaystories

[foundagemagain]

Found a gem again — Our Chai Wala Uncle ☕

Tea breaks in office are rarely about tea.

It’s about getting away from work for ten minutes, dragging your colleagues along, random conversations, and the familiar comfort of someone handing you your usual drink.

And our chai uncle?

He usually carries a smile the moment he sees us.

Not the forced customer-service smile.

Just… warm.

But one day, we noticed something strange.

When customers were around, he smiled and served as usual.

But in those tiny gaps — when nobody was there — he looked completely different.

Dull.

Heavy.

Like if no one walked in for a little longer… he might just sit down and cry.

Later, we came to know he was dealing with financial problems.

Trying to manage.

Trying to hold things together.

One person from our team asked him something simple —

"Why didn’t you tell us?"

His answer stayed with me.

He said he didn’t want his customers carrying his burden.

That upsetting himself in front of customers would affect his work.

And somehow… that hit harder than expected.

Because he wasn’t just serving tea.

He was serving people with the same warmth anyway.

The same smile.

The same way of saying things.

The same effort to make someone's small tea break feel normal… even when his own life wasn’t.

And honestly… we felt low after hearing that.

Because here we are.

Many of us, still leaning on parents, comfort, backup plans.

A minor inconvenience happens — and the world suddenly feels unfair.

But this man?

He’s running a household.

Managing responsibilities.

Carrying worries he cannot simply pause.

Probably having no real place to “put down” everything he’s carrying.

Yet he still chose not to let his breakdown become somebody else’s burden.

Not because he had no pain.

But because life didn’t pause and work still needed him.

I went there for lime tea.

Came back thinking about resilience.

Not the loud kind.

The quiet kind.

The kind that shows up, smiles, serves, and keeps moving… while fighting battles nobody ordered with their tea.

[rufusdayglo]

#Repost @portraitsofmargate Portrait of @clairedeluneart ・・・ 30.10.2018 taken at Claire’s flat, in Margate. Portrait: Claire Age: 28 Occupation: I am a ceramic artist and painter based in Margate. My family have been making ceramics for 700 years. Clay is in my blood. I love colour, travelling and collecting art from all over the world. Life is art. It is important to celebrate it. www.clairedeluneart.com @clairedeluneart BBC Series: Made in Great Britain BBC Two What does Margate mean to you? Margate is a beautiful town full of inspiring people. The ocean makes me feel calm and invigorated, and the beautiful sunsets inspire my work. I love the community and meeting people from all walks of life. I feel very happy here. Who knew I would find such a vibrant ceramics community in a little sea side town!☺ Aspirations: To keep making art, loving art, poetry and music. Icon: Strong,colourful women like Frida Kahlo, Patti Smith,... #Margate #portrait #stranger  #community#spjstreets #thanet #everydaystories#character  #local #artist #creative #art #narrative #ceramic #storytellingphotography#colour #nikond750 #streetstudio #imageoftheday #ig_portraits  #streetstudio#streetphotography #pursuitofportraits #instagramers#kent #colour #inspiration #clairedelune #ceramics #madeingb #madeingreatbritain https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0LsJghHXy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s5ldrbksd2o4

[anartistjusttrying]

Me captured by cedric nzaka

[nohabasiouny]

في مرة قريت في مكان ما على الإنترنت إن القطط لما بتحب بني آدم بتمسح وشها في رجله مش بس عشان تعبرله عن حبها بس عشان تلزق ريحتها في هدومه فلما قطة تانية تشمها تعرف إن البني آدم ده له صاحب. من زمان واحنا نحب القطط والقطط تحبنا. تملّي ييجوا على عتبة بابنا عيونهم تغمض وتفتح ورجليهم تتململ عشان يدخلوا. ييجوا يآنسونا كام ساعة أو كام يوم.. ياخدوا واجبهم ويروحوا يحكوا لقطط تانية علينا. وبعد فترة طالت أو قصرت نلاقي أصحابهم جايين يإما بيظهروا قدام الباب من تاني أو بيتعرفوا علينا في الشارع وكأن على وجوهنا شئ بيقول: الناس دول بيحبوا القطط. #cats #newkitten #kittens #cats_everywhere #everydaystories

[hauntedshrinetemplar]

Walking With No Destination After Dark

I didn’t have anywhere to go.

That was the whole point.

It was already late, the kind of late where most windows are dark and the campus starts to feel like a different place. Quieter, slower, almost like it belongs to whoever’s still awake.

I stepped outside without thinking too much about it, pulling on something I always end up wearing when I don’t want to decide, and started walking.

No route. No plan.

Just movement.

The air felt different at night. Cooler, but not cold. Still enough that every small sound carried further than it should—the echo of footsteps, the distant hum of something you couldn’t quite place, the occasional voice passing by and fading just as quickly.

Streetlights stretched the path ahead in soft, uneven patches.

I followed them without thinking, letting one lead to the next. There’s something about walking at night that makes everything feel less defined. You’re not really going anywhere—you’re just moving through space, letting your thoughts catch up with you.

I passed a few people along the way.

Some walking alone, like me. Others in pairs, talking quietly, their words blending into the night. No one paid much attention. That’s the thing about late hours—everyone exists in their own small world.

And for a while, that felt right.

I turned down a path I don’t usually take.

Not because it was better, just because it was there. The kind of decision you make when direction doesn’t matter. The buildings looked different from this angle, less familiar, like seeing something you’ve known for years in a new light.

I slowed down without realizing it.

There was no reason to rush. Nothing waiting at the end of the walk. Just the quiet rhythm of steps and the feeling of being somewhere in between—between places, between thoughts, between versions of the day.

At one point, I stopped.

Not for long. Just enough to notice the stillness.

The sky was darker than I expected, the air slightly cooler than before. I pulled my sleeves down, hands tucked in, letting that familiar warmth settle in. It made the moment feel more grounded, like I could stay there a little longer without needing to move on.

And then I kept walking.

Because that’s all this was meant to be.

A walk without a destination. A night that didn’t need to turn into anything more. Just a quiet stretch of time where nothing was required and everything could exist exactly as it was.

Eventually, I found my way back.

Not because I planned to, but because it felt like the natural end of it. The lights behind me, the familiar paths returning, the sense that the moment had already done what it needed to do.

And as I stepped inside again, I realized something simple.

Sometimes, you don’t need a reason to go somewhere.

You just need to step out, wear something that feels like your default version of comfort, and let the night take care of the rest.

[hauntedshrinetemplar]

A Gift That Stayed in My Closet All Year

It was one of those gifts you don’t expect.

Not because it was surprising or extravagant, but because it arrived quietly, without much explanation. Just handed over with a simple smile, wrapped in paper that didn’t try too hard to stand out.

I remember thanking them, meaning it, but not fully understanding it.

At the time, it didn’t feel like something I’d wear often. Maybe it wasn’t quite my style, or maybe I just didn’t know how it fit into my routine yet. So I did what most people do—I folded it neatly and placed it in my closet, somewhere I could see it but didn’t have to think about it.

And for a while, that’s where it stayed.

Weeks passed, then months. Seasons shifted without me noticing at first. The gift became part of the background—something familiar but untouched, quietly existing among everything else I actually wore.

Every now and then, I’d notice it again.

Usually when I was looking for something else. I’d pause for a second, run my hand over the fabric, and think, maybe another day. Not out of rejection, just out of habit. It didn’t feel like the right moment yet.

But eventually, a moment came.

It wasn’t planned. It never is.

It was one of those mornings where nothing felt quite right. I was already running late, already a little off, and didn’t have the energy to overthink anything. I reached into my closet without looking too closely and pulled out something different—something I hadn’t really given a chance before.

It was that gift.

At first, it felt unfamiliar. Slightly different from what I was used to. But not uncomfortable—just new in a quiet way. I stepped outside without thinking too much about it, letting the day move forward on its own.

And somewhere between leaving my room and walking across campus, it settled in.

Not in a dramatic way, not with any sudden realization. Just gradually, as the fabric warmed, as the sleeves fell into place, as it started to feel less like something new and more like something that had always been there.

I began to understand it differently.

Some things don’t fit into your life immediately. Not because they’re wrong, but because they’re waiting for the right version of your routine to meet them. Timing matters in small ways we don’t always notice.

By the end of the day, I wasn’t thinking about it anymore.

And maybe that’s what made it meaningful.

Not the fact that it was a gift, or that it had been sitting in my closet for so long—but that when I finally wore it, it didn’t feel out of place. It felt like it had quietly been waiting for that exact moment.

Now, every time I reach for that once-forgotten piece that somehow found its place, I think about how easily things can be overlooked just because they don’t fit right away.

And how sometimes, the things that stay with us the longest are the ones we almost ignored.

[576897]

The Sweatshirt That Lived in My Car for a Month

For about a month, there was a sweatshirt that never really left my car.

It started unintentionally. One evening after a long day, I tossed it onto the passenger seat while driving home and just never bothered bringing it inside. At first, it was just another piece of clothing sitting there between coffee cups and old receipts.

But over time, it quietly became part of my routine.

Some mornings were colder than expected. Instead of turning the heat all the way up, I’d reach over, grab it, and pull it on before heading out. Other times it came in handy late at night, when the air suddenly felt colder after a long drive back from somewhere.

It wasn’t a particularly special sweatshirt. Nothing flashy, nothing that stood out. But that might have been exactly why it worked so well. It was the kind of thing you didn’t have to think about.

Just something reliable sitting there when you needed it.

There were days when the car felt like a temporary living room—parked outside a grocery store while answering messages, waiting in a long pickup line, or sitting quietly after a late shift when the streets were mostly empty. On those nights, the sweatshirt stayed draped over the seat like it belonged there.

Somehow it started collecting small memories.

The quick stop for coffee before work. The random drive with no destination. The long conversation that happened entirely inside a parked car.

None of those moments felt important at the time, but they slowly stacked up.

Clothes sometimes do that. They absorb parts of ordinary days without you noticing. And when you eventually take them inside again, they carry a little bit of that time with them.

After a while, I finally brought the sweatshirt back into the house. It probably looked exactly the same as before.

But for some reason it still felt like the kind of everyday layer you end up reaching for without thinking, the one that somehow shows up in more moments than you planned.

And now whenever I see it hanging in the closet, I still remember that month when it quietly lived in the passenger seat.

[yyyjjj2018]

Music That Feels Like a Long Drive With No Destination

Some drives aren’t about getting anywhere.

No route planned. No arrival time. No reason you could explain clearly if someone asked.

Just movement.

I’ve taken a lot of those drives over the years — late afternoons that turn into evenings, empty highways, the radio low but present. The kind of drive where you’re not trying to escape something specific, just letting the road hold you for a while.

That’s when music matters most.

Not upbeat. Not dramatic. Just steady.

Country music fits that space better than anything else I’ve found. It doesn’t rush the silence. It doesn’t try to give the drive meaning. It just moves alongside you.

There’s something about those songs that feels built for distance — not miles, but emotional distance. Enough space to breathe. Enough space to think without forcing conclusions.

I’ve noticed that music from Morgan Wallen always ends up in those moments. Not because I plan it, but because it makes sense once it’s playing.

The songs don’t tell you where to go. They don’t frame the drive as progress or failure. They just sit there, mile after mile.

That’s the same reason I tend to wear the familiar Morgan Wallen layers I always reach for on long, aimless drives. Not to mark the moment, but to stay comfortable inside it.

The road stretches out. The sky changes color. You pass exits you don’t take.

Nothing is resolved, and nothing needs to be.

Those drives have taught me that not every phase of life needs direction. Some seasons are just about motion — continuing without urgency, staying present without a plan.

The music understands that.

It fills the car without crowding it. It gives shape to time without pushing it forward.

Eventually, you turn back. Or you don’t.

Either way, the drive did what it needed to do.

And the music stays with you long after the engine is off.