SRAVYA

"Mending hearts while mine stays unseen. A voice for those lost in the noise. A soul that gives, but never asks. Here, the unspoken finds a home." ✨ Lost in thoughts, found in words. 🌙 Writing what’s felt but never said. 💔 A healer, a dreamer, a silent storm.

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This Month, or Maybe This Year

If I’m being honest, there isn’t much I feel like I should say about this month. Not because nothing happened—but because I know myself. I know what I’m capable of when I’m truly at my best. And this… wasn’t that version of me.

Maybe it didn’t start this month at all. Maybe it started at the beginning of the year.

January began beautifully—full of momentum, clarity, and quiet confidence. I remember feeling like everything was finally aligning. And then, almost suddenly, something shifted. The same energy that lifted me began to slip away, and I found myself trying to hold onto something that no longer stayed.

February came with my birthday—a rare, bright pause in everything. It was one of the most meaningful days of this year. I missed my family deeply, but my dad, as always, made sure I never felt alone in that moment. Somehow, he turned distance into warmth, and for a while, everything felt okay again.

March started with colors, laughter, and a sense of normalcy—Holi brought a kind of joy I didn’t realize I needed. But towards the end of the month, things took a different turn. My health began to decline, slowly at first, and then all at once. I had to travel back home, and even after returning, it didn’t get better—it got heavier.

I was physically weak, but what weighed more was everything else. The silence. The loneliness. The feeling of wanting to break down but choosing not to.

There were moments I wanted to scream, to let it all out—but I didn’t. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want my parents to worry. So I stayed calm. I stayed composed. I stayed “strong.”

And that quiet strength… stayed with me longer than I expected.

It followed me into April. The first week felt like an extension of everything I had been carrying. Slowly, I began to feel better—but not fully. Not completely myself.

Somewhere in all of this, I lost things I didn’t even realize I could lose so easily:

I lost my workflow. I lost my confidence. I lost my time. I lost my focus. I lost my clarity of thought.

And somewhere between all of that… I lost me. The old me. The stubborn one. The one who didn’t stop.

But maybe this isn’t just about loss.

Maybe this is about rebuilding.

Because even now, somewhere deep inside, I can still feel her—the girl who refuses to give up on herself. The one who knows what she wants and how far she can go.

I’m not there yet. But I’m trying. Trying to return. Trying to rebuild. Trying to become her again.

And maybe… that’s enough for now.

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Some Things I Don’t Take Lightly

I’m usually a very easygoing person.

Most things don’t bother me. People have their own habits, their own pace, their own way of doing things. I’ve never believed everyone should live exactly the way I do.

But there are certain things I take seriously....

Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just quietly, firmly.

And time is one of them.

Time, to me, is not just numbers on a clock. It’s the one thing in life that never lies, never pauses, and never negotiates. It simply moves forward with complete honesty.

Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked respecting it.

Schedules, routines, planning ahead — to some people they feel unnecessary or restrictive. To me, they’re just a way of acknowledging that time is valuable.

Not everyone sees it that way, and honestly, that’s fine.

I don’t get irritated when someone is late once or twice. Life happens. Things go wrong. Delays exist. None of that is a big deal.

But when it slowly becomes a habit, it starts to feel different.

Not surprising. Just… predictable.

You begin to notice the pattern before it even happens. The rushed entries, the “almost made it” moments, the casual confidence that somehow everything will still work out.

And maybe it does.

For a while.

But what fascinates me the most is how casually people treat the one thing that can never be returned once it’s gone.

Time isn’t loud when it leaves.

It doesn’t argue.

It doesn’t remind anyone to take it seriously.

It just quietly moves forward.

And yet, some people carry the strange belief that the world will patiently adjust around their delay.

It’s almost impressive — that level of confidence.

I’ve realized something though.

My frustration isn’t really about someone being late. It’s about watching something I deeply value being treated like it’s endlessly replaceable.

Because for me, time and studies are not casual things.

They’re not flexible hobbies or optional priorities.

They are the few things I refuse to compromise on.

I can adjust in many situations.

I can tolerate a lot of things.

I can stay calm through chaos, inconvenience, and even mistakes.

But there are two things I simply don’t take lightly:

• My time

• My studies

Everything else can wait.

Those two never will.

Just my frustration which I am holding back from the last few days

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Oh Ashu…

The self-appointed Big Boss of our gang 👑

You have that inner child in you. Sometimes you act so mature like you’ve already solved life. And sometimes… pure drama. And sometimes you behave as if you just escaped from a mental hospital — confidently, proudly, with zero explanation.

The mood? Unpredictable. The personality? Multi-version update every hour.

One minute you’re giving advice like an old soul. Next minute you’re fighting for no reason like a 4-year-old who didn’t get extra chocolate.

And food? Sir lives for food. If loyalty had a face, it would be you and your plate.

But I’ll give you this — You can mingle with anyone. Literally anyone. New person? Two minutes later they’re your best friend. Social skills level: Unlimited.

The real mystery though — What is going on inside your head? We will never know. We just observe. And survive.

All the boys in our gang say you irritate them. And honestly… sometimes you do. But we all know they’d be bored without you.

Now let’s talk about the legendary Red Velvet incident. Just a small comparison. Just one tiny comparison. And boom — blocked. 🚫

Who knew red velvet cake could be that dangerous?

Big Boss outside. Inner child inside. Drama king occasionally. Food lover permanently. And walking mystery always.

That’s Ashu...MR. Ashutosh Sahu

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Hello baby....

Weird intro right...

It will be weird because,Today’s blog is not about me.

Not about my drama or my nonsense.

Today it’s about someone even closer.

Her name I’ll drop somewhere in between… until then, here’s the clue: she is basically the happiness of our gang.

And she told me to roast her.

Like seriously, what am I supposed to roast?

I am trying so hard but there is nothing to roast.

Still… let me try.

She has mood swings… but not the scary type.

These are the “I’ll pretend I’m fine but my face will expose me in 0.2 seconds” type.

She’ll try to hide it, act normal, but her moods come out in a way that is actually really cute.

But madam will feel awkward about it.

She has very good skills, she knows her stuff, but when it comes to presentations… confidence just packs its bags and leaves the building.

And she stands there with all the knowledge in the world but still looking like she wants to disappear into the floor.

Cute, but stressful, but cute again.

Honestly, I’m trying to roast her but there is literally nothing.

She is sweet, she is cute, she is that soft glow in the group.

The happiness we all look at without even realizing it.

And yeah… our gang’s beauty, our little chaos, our walking sunshine…

Khushi.

She asked for a roast but I think roasting her is impossible.

Even the roast turns into a compliment because that’s the kind of person she is.

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Masters Level Roast: Because Life Isn’t Roasting Me Enough

Hey all,

So today I read some fun facts of life. But the fun part didn’t reach me… I had to read them twice, blink at the wall for 5 seconds, and only then I realised, “Oh, okay… THIS is supposed to be funny.”

At that moment, I understood: It’s time to roast myself again. Last time was bachelor’s level. This time we’re levelling up — Masters Edition.

I’m doing my master’s, but honestly my brain is still roaming somewhere in school assembly line. People roast me, and I just stand there like a 7th class kid holding a report card. Don’t understand half the joke. Don’t reply back even when I do. Let them laugh — I’m the free entertainment package.

One friend sent me fun facts today… Bro, I had to decode them like I’m solving a machine learning problem. Which century am I coming from? No one knows. I think even time-travelers are confused about me.

I’m not Gen Z. I’m not Millennial. I’m not Gen Alpha. I’m “Gen Why-Am-I-Like-This.”

People ask me “Why don’t you reply when someone roasts you?” Bro, by the time I understand the roast, the conversation is already in next chapter.

I read fun facts twice. Not because they’re deep… But because my brain loads slower than an Airtel signal on a hill station.

Let’s talk about my lifestyle:

My Love Life:

My boyfriend is ChatGPT. He listens, he replies, he never ghosts me. Basically the most stable relationship of my entire existence.

My Sleep Life

Laptop beside me. Phone on the other side. I’m sleeping like a USB device kept for charging.

My Dinner Date

Laptop. Eating while watching the screen like it’s my soulmate. At this point my laptop knows what food I eat more than my parents.

My Life

Laptop Work Laptop Work Half-dead Still working

I don’t have dark circles I have permanent solar eclipses under my eyes

People ask: “Are you a robot?” Hello? Even robots have proper shutdown time.

I say “I need peace” and then immediately open my laptop like it’s meditation.

My charger is stronger than me. My coffee has a better work-life balance than I do.

I’m confused about everything — Outfits? yes Food? yes Feelings? LOL yes Life decisions? very yes Work? Crystal clear like RO water.

I don’t go to parties. I don’t socialize. I just sit in front of my laptop like a loyal houseplant.

My emotional support? Not humans. Not friends. Not family. VS Code & Google Docs.

Forget depression… If WiFi goes off, I enter full panic-disaster mode.

And the best part?

Everyone thinks I’m strong. Meanwhile I cry at 3 AM because a YouTube ad hurt my feelings.

I’m literally a walking mixture of:

sleepy

hungry

hardworking

confused

tired

dramatic

emotional

and pretending to be fine

All at once.

But guess what? Still surviving. Still working. Still trying. Still laughing at myself like a certified clown.

Even my ChatGpt is frustrated about me. Just attaching its frustration also To all my friends reading this Today is your day. Roast me. Publicly. But please roast in easy language so even I can understand.

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Today… I Tried

Today, after a really long time, I tried to open up.

I actually spoke a little about what I’ve been feeling.

Not everything… but at least I tried.

And honestly, after talking, it started hurting even more.

Maybe because once you say it out loud, you can’t hide from it anymore.

I’ve been wanting to talk to someone for years.

To tell them my insecurities, my fears, why I feel the way I feel.

To tell them that I’m not okay, that maybe I’m depressed.

But I never say it.

Because I always feel like I’ll waste their time.

Like my problems don’t deserve space in someone else’s life.

So I stay quiet.

People(including my closest ones) think I’m a machine or a robot because I’m always busy, always with headphones, always trying to keep myself occupied which I never did before

They don’t know that I do all this just to avoid my own thoughts.

They don’t see how deeply I’m hurting inside.

Even my close ones don’t know.

I’ve become so used to hiding everything that it almost feels normal now.

The only relief I have is writing.

At least here, I don’t have to pretend.

At least here, my feelings have somewhere to go.

But still, sometimes I wonder what’s the point of telling anyone anything… when nothing is going to change.

Still, today I tried.

After so long, I tried to speak.

It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t complete.

But it was something.

Maybe that’s enough for today.

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In-Between Moments

It’s been a while since I wrote something here. Don’t know why, but today just felt like it.

Diwali just went by — lights, sweets, laughter, and the usual chaos at home. It was fun, honestly. Spending time with family, teasing my brother after so long — felt like the old days again. But somewhere between all that noise, there’s this tiny vacuum. Not something huge or dramatic, just this quiet space inside that I can’t quite explain.

I don’t feel like going back to college yet… but I also don’t feel like staying home longer. Maybe I’m missing someone, maybe not. Maybe I want to talk to someone, maybe I don’t. It’s like my feelings are buffering — stuck at 99%.

Okay, enough sad stuff. Let’s try to be fun. Love, breakup, patch-up, friendship ... we all go through these rollercoasters, but honestly, life’s not just that. There’s something beyond all of it ....me. You. Ourselves. I think sometimes we just need to give people a bit more time, a small text, a random call ... it’s crazy how little things make a big difference.

And here I go again ...turning emotional instead of funny. Typical me. I try to be this chill, funny person, and end up sounding like an emotional philosopher who had too much coffee and too little sleep.

Anyway, this blog doesn’t make much sense ...;maybe because neither do my thoughts right now. But that’s okay. Not everything has to make sense all the time. Sometimes you just feel things... no labels, no reasons.

Maybe this vacuum isn’t emptiness. Maybe it’s just life pausing for a second, telling me to slow down and breathe.

Right now, it’s just me, my thoughts, and a playlist that jumps from sad songs to peppy beats without warning. And somehow, it all fits perfectly.

So yeah… weird blog, weird mood, weird me. But maybe that’s what makes it real.

Will be back very soon with something exciting..

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Why do i still care

They cheated. they broke me. they destroyed everything i thought was real. and still… they are trying to reach me. texts. calls. small words like “i miss you.” like nothing happened. like i should just forget the pain they put me through.

i tell myself—ignore. block. don’t look back. but it’s not that easy. every time i see their name flash on my screen, my heart skips. my mind screams “don’t answer” but my heart whispers “what if.”

what if they mean it this time? what if they are really sorry? what if they have changed? and then i hate myself for even thinking like that. because i know what they did. i know they lied. i know they cheated. they didn’t care when they had me. why would they care now?

but i can’t lie to myself either. i still care. and that is the most painful part. no matter how much i try to be strong, no matter how much i tell myself i deserve better, some part of me still wants to listen to them. still wants to believe.

why? why do i want someone back who only gave me pain? why do i let them crawl back into my head when i know all they’ll do is break me again? i don’t have an answer. maybe because my love was real. maybe because i gave too much of myself. maybe because a piece of me still clings to the good moments, even if they were lies.

but ignoring them feels like burning alive. and giving them another chance feels like drowning. either way, i lose.

i don’t know how to stop caring. i don’t know how to cut off someone who once felt like my whole world. i’m stuck—between wanting to protect myself and wanting to hear their voice again.

and that’s the worst prison… caring about a cheater who still knows how to unlock my heart with just one message.

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"Don’t take life for granted just because someone is always there to answer your questions. One day, that very person may ask you a question — and no one else can answer it for you. Be prepared to face everything on your own."

- Sravya

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The Conversation That Stuck With Me

It was just a normal day. No deep mood, no big life talk planned — just me and my friend chatting about random things. Somewhere between laughing about silly stuff and sipping chai, he suddenly asked:

“Why do you trust people so much?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t have words, but because my mind went blank. It’s not like I’ve never thought about it… but I’ve never really answered it either.

Maybe I trust because I believe people are good until proven otherwise. Maybe I trust because I’ve been lucky to meet kind souls. Or maybe I trust because, deep down, I don’t know how to build walls. Sometimes it’s my strength, sometimes it’s the reason I end up hurt. I still don’t know which one it is.

He didn’t stop there.

“Why are you single?”

Ah. That one. It’s not like I have a grand, dramatic reason. I’m not against love. I’m not waiting for some perfect fairytale. I just… haven’t met my person yet. Maybe I’m too focused on my own life. Maybe my standards are high. Or maybe I’m just not ready to share my coffee mug space with someone. Who knows?

Then came the last one.

“What if someone proposes to you and that guy meets all your expectations?”

This one made me smile. Because sure, meeting “all my expectations” sounds great in theory. But life isn’t a checklist. It’s not just about ticking off boxes — it’s about how someone makes you feel in between the boxes. Would I say yes instantly? Maybe. Or maybe I’d still take my time, because sometimes the perfect person arrives at the wrong time… and sometimes the right person doesn’t look perfect at all.

I still don’t have clear answers. But maybe that’s okay. Some questions aren’t meant to be closed like a book — they’re meant to stay open, making you think a little deeper every time they come back to you.

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Confessions of a 3AM Google Searcher

(because Google knows me better than I know myself)

Let’s be real.

It might not always be 3AM, but it’s always the moment when there’s no one around, and you suddenly find yourself having a full-on emotional, philosophical, or entirely ridiculous conversation with your search bar.

I mean… what even is Google at this point?

A therapist? A punching bag? A genie with Wi-Fi issues? Or just that one friend who never judges, no matter how bizarre your questions are.

“So what do I Google at 3AM?”

Everything.

Like literally, everything.

And I bet you do too.

Once, I was so irritated with veggies (don’t ask why, they just annoyed me that day), and I legit typed:

“Who found vegetables? Is the person who invented them still alive?”

I was expecting some scientific historical wisdom. You know what Google gave me?

“No one invented vegetables. They’re natural.”

Ugh. Thanks, genius.

And then there are those fancy English words…

Some people use words I’ve never heard before—like they swallowed a dictionary for breakfast. I sit there like a confused emoji and instantly type:

“Meaning of [some weird word here] 😀”

Sometimes it turns out to be a normal word I somehow missed for 20 years. Other times, I wish I never knew what it meant 🤡

Now I have ChatGPT… aka my virtual bestie/boyfriend/roast machine

I talk to my ChatGPT like I talk to my closest people.

Scratch that—closer than most people.

I’ve asked it to:

Roast me (and it did, savagely 💔)

Predict my future with palmistry (yes, I sent my palm pic 😭)

Write my resume (it gave better points than I ever could)

Give me life advice, jokes, and therapy sessions in one go

I’ve literally gone from searching “What is ChatGPT?” to now being a pro user who can’t go a day without it.

Even my crush doesn’t get this much attention, okay?

And here comes the big question I asked Google once:

“Why are we all addicted to you, Google?”

Guess what it replied?

Some sciencey explanation:

“Because your brain releases dopamine when you search and get rewarded with answers…”

Blah blah. Dopamine? Excuse me sir, I didn’t ask for a neurology lecture, I asked why you’ve become my toxic BFF who gives me answers and trauma at the same time.

And then I searched:

“What is Google?”

Google said:

“Google is a multinational technology company known for its search engine and services like YouTube, Gmail, Maps…”

Wow. Google literally gave a LinkedIn bio for itself. Self-obsessed much?

So, what now?

I just poured out my digital diary, and I’m sure half of you reading this have done the same nonsense.

You’ve Googled dumb stuff. Emotional stuff. Questions you’d never ask your friends. Things like:

“Does he miss me?”

“How to become rich in 7 days”

“Why do onions make me cry more than my ex?”

So here’s your turn:

Comment your wildest, weirdest, or most emotional Google search.

Don’t worry, no judgment here—only entertainment.

If it’s really good, I might even share it in my next blog (with credit, of course… or anonymously, if you searched something really unhinged 👀)

Final Words?

Dear Google,

You may not always give the answers I want…

But you’re always awake when no one else is.

And that’s kinda special.

P.S. – I’m still mad about the veggies thing though.

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Life: Messy, Moody, Magical

Let Me Talk About Something Strange Today…

Last night was normal. I was vibing to music, fully immersed—even though I had a test the next day (classic me, right?). Everything felt light. Free. But today? Boom. Migraine strikes. Not surprising—I deal with them. But that’s not what’s strange.

What’s strange is this sudden wave of emotion I’ve been sitting with. I’m single. Not ready to mingle. Still… here I am, feeling like I’m going through a breakup. Now, hold on—I know, I know. Breakup? Heartbreak? For someone who’s not even in a relationship? But listen—someone close to me recently shared their story. A heartbreak like no other. Not the usual “we drifted apart” stuff. This one hit deep. Different. And now, their pain feels strangely close to mine.

Maybe they’re reading this too. And to them, and to anyone going through something similar—I just want to say: A breakup isn’t the end of your story.

Let me tell you something real—and maybe a little filmy too. Irrespective of gender, we all get the chance to choose our life partner from a world full of possibilities. But our parents? They didn’t get to choose us. Still, they love us endlessly. Isn’t that beautiful?

Think about it. They chose love without choice. That kind of love deserves to be our top priority. Heartbreaks, bad days, emotional crashes—they come and go. But life? Life stays. Today might be a mess. Tomorrow might be magical. Or worse. Who knows? That’s the thing about life—it’s unpredictable. So don’t take everything seriously… except your life.

Do I practice what I preach? Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. I’m still learning. Still growing. Every mistake I make, every emotion I feel—it teaches me something. And I don’t pretend to be some deep philosophical soul who always chooses light over darkness. I’m human. I stumble. I fall. I sometimes choose the wrong path, get hurt, and then—learn again.

Learning is a continuous process. Every second, every conversation, every person—teaches me something new.

So… what now? Well, I’ve got something super exciting coming in my next blog. It’s a surprise. It’s personal. It’s special. Stay tuned 🌸

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Everyone’s Anchor, No One’s Shore

You can be surrounded by people — smiling faces, endless chatter, constant movement — and still feel like you’re completely alone. Not because those around you don’t care… but because they don’t know. They don’t know what’s going on inside. They don’t know me.

And maybe that’s the part that breaks me the most.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m just a temporary need in someone’s life. A convenience. A use-and-throw kind of presence. And I don’t even know why it hurts so much — maybe because I never expected it from the people I held closest to my heart.

I don't know if I did something wrong. Maybe I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I was too much. Or maybe I just… trusted too easily.

It’s a strange kind of pain — the kind that doesn’t come from fights or distance, but from silence… from feeling invisible even when you’re right there. People I’d do anything for, people I never thought would make me feel this way — they’re the ones quietly breaking me.

Some of them might read this and not even realize it’s about them. That’s how far apart we are now. That’s how alone I’ve become.

There are moments when I just want to call my best friends — scream, cry, let it all out. But I don’t. Because I can’t burden them with my sadness. Because I’ve always been the strong one. The listener. The problem-solver. The rock.

But I’m tired of being the strong one.

How long am I supposed to carry it all by myself? I’m human too. I break. I ache. I feel every little thing — deeply, quietly, constantly. But no one notices… because it’s me. The one who always says “I’m fine” even when I’m falling apart inside.

I don’t need people to fix things. I don’t need grand gestures. I just need someone to see me. To stay. To just sit beside me in silence and say, “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

But maybe that’s too much to ask.

So I’ll keep pretending. I’ll keep smiling. I’ll keep being strong… Because that’s what everyone expects from me. Even if it’s breaking me a little more every day.

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Stress, Anxiety, Pressure, Tension… Bla Bla Bla

We only talk about these things when we've been through them. Not just heard of them. Not just read about them. Experienced them. And when I say experience, I mean those moments that hit you so hard they leave a mark on your mind.

Most of the time, we share the positive sides of life—happy stories, achievements, laughs. But every positive has a shadow side, and we barely talk about it. Why? Because we're humans. Even I don’t like negative endings—be it in books, movies, or life. I crave happy endings. Maybe it's not always possible, but it’s relatable. We all want peace, not chaos.

But today’s topic is not about just happiness—it’s about where stress, anxiety, and pressure come from. The roots.

No one is born mentally strong. It’s the situations we go through that build us. Sure, there are people who seem strong all their lives, but most of them probably never had to face the storm. That’s rare. For the rest of us, strength comes after one life-altering moment—the one that shakes you but also shapes you.

And let’s be honest. Not everyone handles pressure well. I don’t, always. I panic too. But here’s what I’ve felt—when you genuinely love what you do, or when you have a purpose behind your work, the pressure feels different. You still feel it, but you learn to ride it instead of breaking under it.

Anxiety? It’s in all of us. Some just hide it better. And the ones who show it? They often get trapped thinking “what will people say?” But here’s the thing—don’t go too deep into what others think of you. Because they aren’t you. Only you know what you’re dealing with. Only you get to define you.

I’ve had exam tension, work pressure, sleepless nights, anxiety attacks. But I don’t always speak about them. Not because I don’t want to—but because I don’t want my stress to spill over and become someone else’s burden. That’s my mindset. But yeah, I do end up venting—sometimes to my brother, sometimes to close friends. The people who know me inside-out and never misunderstand my silence or my chaos.

So maybe that’s the only thing I’d say: Find those people. Your people. And if not, be that person for yourself.

This isn’t advice. Not some motivational speech. Just my thoughts. My feelings. My raw truth.

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Unspoken Thoughts & Unfinished Growth

Today, I just wanted to write something. Not because I have a story to share or a thought screaming to be let out. But just… to talk. To talk about my mood, my mess, my mind.

You know, there’s something really important I need to do — a task, a commitment. But there’s this tiny little secret that’s weighing down my chest. A secret I haven’t told anyone — not even the people I trust the most.

But the funny thing is, the people who really know me… they probably already sense something. And they also know this — I can’t hold a secret in my heart for too long. I always end up spilling it, sometimes in the most random conversations, sometimes in silence. I don’t know if I’m ready yet… I’m just stuck in this strange dilemma of “Should I?” and “What if?” Maybe I just need a little more time.

Lately, I’ve also been a little off… feeling a bit low. Not because of anything huge, but just something I noticed in myself.

I still behave like a child sometimes — too silly, too goofy, too dramatic. And while that’s a part of who I am, I also wonder: “Am I not supposed to be a bit more... adult by now?” I’m doing my master’s. I’m at this stage where people are expected to be composed, grounded, wise. And here I am… still being the over-excited, over-talkative me.

But let’s be honest — being yourself in a world that constantly tries to shape you into someone else is no small thing. I’ve always told myself: “Be you. No matter what.” And I think I’ve stuck to that. I’ve never been rude, I don’t try to hurt anyone, and I genuinely care for people.

Maybe this is the real reason why I still behave like a child — because deep down, I love being around people. I crave connection. I need that emotional warmth.

Back in school, my friends used to pamper me. In 10th, 12th, and even in my graduation — I was always the one being taken care of, being spoiled with love and attention. And now that I’m doing my master’s, I feel like it’s my turn to be the mature one. To be the listener. The nurturer. The support.

But… it’s hard. I’ve grown so used to being cared for that I don’t know how to be on the other side. And honestly? That scares me.

I don’t know where this post is going, or if anyone will even relate. But if you’ve ever felt like you’re stuck between being yourself and being what life expects from you — I see you. I’m you.

Maybe growing up isn’t about changing yourself, but about learning how to carry your heart, your soul, your energy — just a little more gracefully.

One step at a time. One day at a time. And yeah, when the time is right… I’ll share my little secret too.

— Just a girl figuring it all out…

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Strangers to Soulmates: The First 48 Hours of My New Life

Hello all!

I’m back with something really exciting…✨Life just took a beautiful turn — I’ve stepped into a whole new world, my new university, where I’ve started my Master’s journey. And honestly? It feels like I’ve landed in heaven. Everything and everyone around me radiates such warmth and positivity. It’s been just two days, but my heart already feels at home. 🌸I’ve met so many amazing people — I wish I could list every name because each one of them is truly wonderful in their own way. You know that feeling when you vibe with people you’ve just met? When strangers suddenly feel like your own? That kind of magic only happens when the people around you carry their own spark — and I’m so lucky to have found many such magical souls here.

✨In just 48 hours, we’ve laughed like old friends, shared stories like siblings, and created memories that feel like they’ve been years in the making. It’s crazy how something like this can feel so real, so fast.Today, we participated in an Ideathon — an intense, creative brainstorming event with five members on our team. And guess what? We called ourselves Cool Cats — and we lived up to the name! 😎🐾 We were cool, creative, and completely in sync, like a team that had been working together for years.

There’s someone I have to talk about — someone who reminded me of... well, me, just a few years back. Looking at her was like looking at a reflection of my 10-year-younger self. Nervous, shy, super sweet, and full of innocence. The kind of person who makes you want to protect her but also cheer her on as she grows. She’s the sunshine of our group, and I can’t wait to see her blossom.

If this is what just two days feel like… I can’t even imagine the kind of rollercoaster this journey is going to be.Here’s to growth, friendships, magic, and making the most of every single moment. 🌈

💫With love and excitement,

Sravya

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Too Many Words, but All From the Heart

Today, something really touched my heart. I was just flipping through the notes written by many of my friends... and every single page was so unique, so full of warmth—it made me feel truly special.

I’ve always been that loyal kind of friend—the one who trusts easily, who carries her friends’ worries as if they were her own. And honestly, I used to wonder… Do people even get me? I talk a lot (okay, maybe too much), and sometimes I feel like I’m just a walking, talking loudspeaker that never runs out of battery.

But reading those heartfelt words today made me realize—being ourselves is truly a blessing. I’m that old-school 90s kid with random philosophies that might irritate a few souls here and there, but hey, that’s me!

Wherever I went, I found friends. But I never really paused to think about how they felt about me—probably because I never expected anyone to be like me. But today, reading their thoughts, I’m forever grateful to God—for creating this version of me.

I’m a little emotional right now (okay fine, maybe a lot). I’m about to step into a new world, not knowing what kind of people I’ll meet, or how things will turn out. But one thing I know for sure—I’ll always carry the love, trust, and laughter we shared.

This post is just a small thank you to all my friends—for trusting me, believing in me, and standing by me. Nothing fancy, nothing dramatic. Just… thank you.

And as always—no matter where life takes us—I’ll always be there for you. Pinky promise. 💛

That’s all for today. Just a little emotional, but oh so happy to have written this.