Diary Of A Dreamer...

  To the girl who never knew… You probably never noticed. How my eyes found you, even in the busiest rooms. How my day felt complete with just one smile from you. How your voice could calm every noise inside me.   I never told you I loved you. Not because I was afraid, but because I didn’t want to burden you with a love that expected nothing in return.   I just wanted to be there. To make sure you had someone to talk to, even if it was about the smallest things. To be the one who noticed when you were not okay, even when everyone else believed your “I’m fine.”   I still remember the day you said you liked blue. Since then, every shade of blue reminded me of you. I brought you coffee on your tired days, saved you the last piece of cake at office parties, and walked beside you when the world seemed too fast.   You once asked me, “Why are you always so quiet?” I smiled, but never said it: Because words would’ve ne...

  There are moments in life when nothing seems to be working. No matter how hard you try, it feels like everything is either stuck, delayed, or moving in the opposite direction of your dreams. You see others around you progressing, getting jobs, getting married, buying homes, traveling the world, ticking boxes from a list you haven’t even started. You sit there wondering, “Why not me? Why not now?” In these moments of confusion and restlessness, there’s one thought that can give you peace: Trust the timing of your life. Trusting the timing of life means believing that everything will happen when it’s supposed to, not when you desperately want it to. It’s about letting go of the pressure to rush, to compete, or to prove something to the world. We often think that if something doesn’t happen according to our plan, then it’s a failure. But life doesn’t follow our deadlines. Life has its own rhythm, its own pace. And sometimes, when things are not happening for you, it doesn’t mean t...

  Marriage, once considered a sacred bond between two souls, a lifelong partnership of love, understanding, and shared dreams, has gradually transformed into something far more materialistic, demanding, and one-sided, especially for men. As someone who has personally experienced the world of matrimonial websites, arranged meetings, and societal pressure, I feel it’s important to reflect honestly on this evolving concept. What once promised companionship now feels like a transaction heavily tilted against men, where the emotional and financial burdens fall almost entirely on one side. I’ve seen countless matrimonial profiles of women in their mid-20s, most of them ordinary graduates with no serious career ambitions, demanding that the prospective groom must earn anywhere between ₹25 lakh to ₹1 crore annually. This is not an exaggeration. It has become a common demand, so common, in fact, that it has begun to feel like a norm rather than an exception. And what makes it worse is that ...

There are some people in this world who are always there for everyone. Whether someone is going through a tough time, feeling low, or simply confused, these people are the first to step forward. They listen with patience, offer comfort, share advice, and often put others before themselves. No matter what they’re facing in their own lives, they somehow find the strength to be a pillar for others. But the sad truth is, when these very people need someone, they often find themselves alone. Let me tell you a small story. Ravi worked in a bank. He was quiet, kind, and helpful by nature. Everyone around him relied on him,   for help with work, for emotional support, for small but important things. He never said no. He never turned anyone away. Most of his colleagues would even describe him as “the strongest one in the room.” One day, Ravi’s mother suddenly fell seriously ill. He came to work with worry written all over his face, but he said nothing. He kept doing his duties, kept res...

I don’t know where to begin, but tonight I feel like writing… not because I have the answers, but because I’m tired of carrying the weight of all the unanswered questions. Lately, it feels like I’m just… stuck. In life. In my career. In my thoughts. And in the silence that follows when people ask, “How’s everything going?” Because, honestly, I don’t know what to say anymore. People I once started out with, classmates, colleagues, juniors, they all seem to be moving ahead. Better jobs, clearer goals, new countries, new relationships, settled lives. And here I am… watching, wondering, wishing, but mostly, doubting myself. Doubting whether there’s still time. Whether something meaningful is still waiting for me. Whether I’ll ever feel truly alive again. There are days I wake up with a strange kind of heaviness. Not physical, but emotional. Like I’m dragging my soul around. Smiling on the outside, managing tasks, meeting deadlines, responding politely, but inside, I feel like I’m l...

Growing up is often celebrated with cheers and milestones, graduations, first jobs, new cities, and independent lives. But what no one tells us is that growing up also comes with a silent shift. One that slowly, almost unnoticeably, turns our world upside down. When we were children, we waited eagerly for our parents to come home. We’d run to the door at the sound of the gate, jumping with excitement. Evenings meant hugs, stories, scoldings, and warmth. They were our entire world, their presence meant safety. Their voice meant comfort. But today, we are the ones leaving home. Rushing for early morning cabs, catching flights, stuck in meetings, planning for tomorrow. And now, they are the ones waiting. Waiting for our calls. Waiting to hear the key turn in the door. Waiting for a Sunday that might bring us home. This reversal doesn’t happen in a single moment—it happens in small bits, like a quiet breeze. You won’t notice it until one day, you're packing your bag to return to the ci...