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Stay Gentle

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  In a world that often feels harsh and unkind, holding on to your softness can seem like a battle. But it’s one of the most powerful choices you can make. There will be days when people hurt you, intentionally or unknowingly. They might mock your silence, mistake your kindness for weakness, or take your goodness for granted. You might wonder if it’s worth being gentle in a world that sometimes rewards the loudest voice, the toughest face, or the coldest heart. But it is. Because softness is not weakness. Its strength held with care. It is a choice to remain kind, even when you have every reason to turn bitter. It’s choosing love over anger, peace over revenge, and compassion over judgment. We all meet people in life who are broken in ways we cannot see. Sometimes, that brokenness spills over in the form of anger, rudeness, or hate. But you don’t have to absorb that energy. You don’t have to mirror their pain. You can acknowledge their darkness and still protect your light....

Someone’s Dream is Someone’s Toy

  Someone’s dream is someone’s toy; such a simple line, yet it holds so much truth. We live in a world where people have different lives, different needs, and different struggles. What feels ordinary to one person may feel like a miracle to another. Something we forget in a corner of our room might be the exact thing someone is praying for every single day. We often fail to see this difference because we are so used to our routine, our surroundings, and the comfort we live in. Think of a school-going boy who owns a bicycle. His parents bought it on his birthday. He rode it happily for a few days, but slowly, his excitement faded. The bicycle now stands in the corner of the garage, gathering dust. The boy doesn’t even notice it anymore. It’s just a toy for him now, something he has moved on from. Now think of another boy, who walks to school every day, sometimes in rain, sometimes under the burning sun. His feet ache, his shoes are worn out, but he keeps walking. Every time he see...

Just Another Day… One More Broken Piece

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  I don’t know how to begin this. Maybe because I’ve reached the end of something I held on to for far too long. I’ve come to a point where I don’t think love is something that’s meant for me. I tried. God knows I tried with everything I had. I gave love my time, my trust, my care… even those pieces of me that I never showed anyone else. I waited patiently, stood through storms, held on when everything told me to let go. I believed in love when it gave me a thousand reasons not to. But in the end, all I got was silence where there should have been words, distance where there should have been closeness, and tears where there should have been peace. I didn’t expect perfection. I just wanted something real. Someone who would hold my hand and stay. But life kept giving me lessons wrapped in pain, each one heavier than the last. And now… I’m done. Not because I didn’t want it enough. Not because I didn’t try. But because I have nothing left to give. Love took every bit of me, ...

बिहार, दिल से...

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  प्रिय बिहार , सादर प्रणाम ! बिहार दिवस के इस शुभ अवसर पर , मैं तुमसे कोसों दूर बैठा तुम्हें याद कर रहा हूँ। जीवन की दौड़ में आगे बढ़ने की चाह ने मुझे तुमसे दूर कर दिया , लेकिन मेरा मन आज भी तुम्हारे ही आँगन में भटकता रहता है। कभी पढ़ाई के बहाने तुमसे दूर हुआ , तो अब नौकरी की मजबूरियों ने मुझे और भी दूर कर दिया। लेकिन सच कहूँ तो , यह दूरी सिर्फ भौगोलिक है , मेरे मन से , मेरी आत्मा से तुम कभी अलग नहीं हुए। जब पहली बार घर से बाहर निकला था , तो लगा था कि कुछ वर्षों बाद लौट आऊँगा। लगा था कि यह बस एक अस्थायी सफर होगा , लेकिन समय के साथ भागदौड़ बढ़ती गई और लौटने के सपने भी धुंधले होते गए। आज जब किसी बड़े शहर की सड़कों पर चलता हूँ , ऊँची इमारतों के बीच अपनी पहचान बनाने की कोशिश करता हूँ , तब भी मन के किसी कोने में तुम्हारी कच्ची गलियों की मिट्टी की सौंधी खुशबू बसी रहती है। कभी - कभी मन करता है कि फिर से आरा के रमना मैदान...