Hey, it’s Rabs here—back again with another deep dive into the messy, frustrating, and sometimes downright hilarious world of human emotions. Let’s talk about something I’ve struggled with for years: judgment. Why do we let people judge us? More importantly, why do we let their judgment define us? If you’re anything like me—someone who grew … Read more
We are humans. In normal conditions we can’t live alone in solitude. We always yearn for company. It may be our own kith and kin or our friends, our extended family. The negative emotions fade away when we have love and support without any conditions or questions. The stress of life vanishes when we know … Read more
Disclaimer-The story has some adult content so discretion is required with parental guidance for kids below 16years. With every rising smoke from his cigar, Shaunak’s patience began to snap Like roasted peanuts, breaking apart the sterile luxury of this seven-Star hotel. The silver briefcase – cold & gleaming like the snow – Dusted streets of … Read more
Life is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes just plain unfair. I used to believe that happiness was something everyone else had figured out except me. That feeling of being left out, of being stuck in a dark, endless tunnel, became my reality for years.Depression isn’t just sadness. It’s an overwhelming weight that crushes you, making even … Read more
” अब शिकायत करना बंद करते हैं, और संघर्ष करना शुरू करते हैं “ कब तक आंसुओं से पन्ने भरेंगे ,कब तक दर्द की दास्तां कहेंगे ।अब वक्त है शिकवा छोड़ने का ,अब वक्त है खुद को मोड़ने का ।कब तक कहे – ‘ हम तो औरत हैं ‘ ,कब तक कहे – ‘ हमबेबस … Read more
Poetry from time immemorial has been an alternative form of therapy in times of depression. Poetry has always been accused of carrying one from something real to something unreal, from something factful to something fictitious and to top it all, of offering a flight of escapism from the harsh reality of life to fanciful world. … Read more
Squinting my eyes, I woke up to the morning sunshine,Donned in the iron uniform beside the door,Mama hurriedly screamed, “Don’t miss the bus, you have to reach school on time!”Pink Bougainville, red gulmohars, Indian elms,Walking amidst the flower laden path, all trees dazzling like gems.Mithu! Rithu! – two white cranes pecking their food on the … Read more
एक तरह का श्मशान घाट कम है इंसानों के लिए इंसान मरता है कई तरह एक जिंदगी जीने के लिए अलग होना चाहिएश्मशान घाट ज़मीर के लिए कुछ इंसान मरते बाद में है ज़मीर उनका पहले ही मर जाता है _________©️ डॉ हितेंद्र मेहता
Do I proclaim myself to be a writer?Do I really qualify to be the one? Do my writings appease others or not? Do I have that grit and resolve to stay here? This Monachopsis of being a writeris A dilemma for me constantlyThe dubious cluttered mind of minekeeps on pricking my conscious I feverishly search … Read more
one day I find my pathby my own.one day slowly or steady I will win the race. one day I will get what I deserveone day my day will come, and everything comes to me on a perfect timeby Palak Arora
