Diary Of A Dreamer...

  We grow up believing that home is a building, four walls, a roof, a door, a place where we eat, sleep, and return after a long day. But as we grow older, we begin to understand that home is much more than just bricks and cement. Sometimes, home isn’t a place. It’s a person. It’s the person who makes you feel safe when everything around you are falling apart. The one whose presence calms your anxious thoughts, whose voice feels like a warm blanket on a cold day. With them, you don’t need to pretend. You don’t need to wear a mask or say the “right” things. You can just be. And that is what makes them home. Home is where you are truly seen and accepted, not for what you do or how much you earn or what others think of you, but simply for who you are. It’s that person who remembers how you like your tea, who knows the little things that make you smile, who notices when your eyes don’t match your smile. They ask, “Are you okay?” and they mean it. You could be in a crowded city, a qui...

  हर किसी के दिल में एक ख्वाहिश होती है , कोई ऐसा हो , जो उसे टूट कर चाहे। बिना शर्त , बिना किसी स्वार्थ के। एक ऐसा इंसान , जो हर सुबह आपकी आवाज़ सुनकर दिन की शुरुआत करना चाहे , और हर रात आपकी मुस्कान के साथ दिन खत्म। जो आपकी खामोशी को भी समझे , जो आपकी अधूरी बातों को भी पूरा कर दे। मेरे दिल में भी यही ख्वाहिश थी। मैं चाहता था कि कोई हो , जो मुझे वैसे ही प्यार करे जैसे मैं करना चाहता हूं , सच्चा , बेपनाह , और बेवजह। लेकिन किस्मत को कुछ और ही मंजूर था। मैंने किसी को चाहा। पूरी सच्चाई से , पूरी नर्मी से , पूरी उम्मीदों के साथ। मैंने उसकी छोटी - छोटी बातें याद रखीं – उसका पसंदीदा रंग , उसकी हंसी का अंदाज , उसका गुस्सा , उसकी आदतें , सब कुछ। मैंने उसकी खामोशियों में उसकी बातें ढूंढ़ीं। मैं उसके दुखों का हिस्सा बनना चाहता था , उसका सुकून बनना चाहता था। मैंने उससे वो मोहब्बत की , जो मैं चाहता था कि कोई मुझसे करे। जब वो उदास होती , मैं ...

  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; 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...