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The World That Never Existed
I asked, “Where are you?” I wasn't expecting an answer that would make me question
Even the Listener Needs a Listener
We all have that one person we run to when we just need someone to listen. No matter what happens — they’ll hear us out, say a few words that help, and somehow… it feels lighter. For some, it’s a best friend. For others, it’s just that one person they go to when things fall apart — and then, when it’s over, everything returns to normal. But have you ever thought about their side? Do they have someone too? If yes, that’s beautiful. But are you sure? This is for those who are seen by everyone,
When Love Reappeared at 3 A.M.
Last night, I was supposed to finish work. Deadlines. Pending tasks. Tabs left open like unfinished thoughts. But somewhere past midnight, I started to take small breaks, scrolling through reels instead. At first, it was all heartbreak. Videos of breakups, loneliness, people pretending they’re okay. The kind of content that quietly drags you back into your own memories. By 1 a.m., my feed had turned into a playlist of pain — the silent kind that doesn’t cry out loud, but aches anyway. And then
Why Do We Fold Our Hands When We're Alone?
Ever caught yourself folding your hands while waiting somewhere? Not because you were cold or tired, but just... standing there, hands clasped, lost in thought? I did. Last day, I was waiting for the bus, standing alone at the station. At some point, I realized—my hands were folded. And for a second, I paused. Why? Was I feeling lonely? Insecure? I had read somewhere that sometimes we fold our hands when we feel unsafe or alone. But here I was, perfectly fine, just standing. So why did I do
The Charm of Watching Someone Sleep
There’s something oddly fascinating about watching people sleep, especially after a long, exhausting day. It’s one of those moments that catches you by surprise—where even the most ordinary setting becomes the stage for something unexpectedly heartwarming. A few days ago, I went to the IEDC Summit 2024 with my team, and by the end of it, we were all pretty beat. We’d traveled by train to Kozhikode, found a room to crash in, and after the summit, the bus ride back was nothing short of terrific,
A Cry for Comfort: The Bond Between Father and Daughter
Last day, while traveling by train, I saw a simple moment that got me thinking. A dad, probably in his early 30s, was holding his little girl—no more than 4 years old—in his arms. She was crying, her face all scrunched up, making tiny pleas for something only she understood. The dad was trying everything to calm her down—walking her to the door, pointing outside at the trees and rushing cars, and even offering his phone to distract her. But nothing seemed to work. What struck me the most was ho
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