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The Silent Festival Within

A decade ago, Diwali meant magic. The excitement started weeks before choosing the best dress, waiting for the latest movie release, and proudly showing off new clothes to friends like it was an Olympic event. The sound of crackers, the aroma of sweets, and the glow of diyas made the day feel alive. I would wake up early, dress like a hero, visit the temple, and feel like the whole world was celebrating with me. Now, it’s different. Not because I’ve become more mature, but because there’s nothing left to wait for. We live in a world where everything is available all the time. New dresses? Ordered any day. Movies? A click away on OTT. Midnight snacks? Delivered to the doorstep. Earlier, Diwali was the only day we could taste luxury. Now, every day feels the same or maybe every day feels dull. This morning, I woke up, scrolled through my phone, and realized it’s Diwali! Instead of crackers, I heard the ping of WhatsApp wishes. Instead of temple bells, I had notification tones. I smiled, ...
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The Meaning Behind a “Miss”

Yesterday was not my usual Saturday. It unfolded like a story with many subplots unexpected yet meaningful. I had planned to visit my gym partner, who is more like a brother to me. On the way, I stopped at a few temples, silently sharing my wishes. Deep down, I knew that the divine always acts according to its own plan, not mine. Still, the conversation between me and the universe felt peaceful. Later, we went to his farm, plucked some fruits, and began one of those casual, intentionless conversations that somehow end up revealing deep truths. He suddenly used the word “Miss” as in “I miss those days” or “I miss someone.” For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he truly meant. But as I listened, something stiyrred inside me an epiphany. Life, I realized, is much like a journey where people are fellow passengers. Some walk beside us for a while, some just pass through. Each has their own purpose, their own destination. When their role in our life is complete, the universe simply lets t...
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When Silence Becomes My Companion...

Today my mind feels quiet yet heavy. People might think I should be worried about my life or the situation I’m in, but strangely, I’m not. Sometimes I do feel bad, but most of the time, I’m okay. I’ve always been the kind of person who never asks for anything from anyone except from my Appa, Amma, Akka, and Anna. They are my world. If I ever need something, I go to them. But today, for the first time, I feel like an orphan. It’s not about money or material things. All I wanted was someone to talk to, to listen, to lean on, and to share a few words. That’s not disturbing, right? Yet, when I reach out and don’t get a response, something inside me breaks a little. As I write this, tears roll down without my control. My heart feels tight, and my mind whispers, “Leave it.” But my heart replies, “Just breathe and move.” I’m standing between these two voices, not knowing which one to follow. At least I have my Aathi, my dog, my best friend, my silent listener. I talk to him, scold him, hug hi...
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Breathing Light, Living Bright...

Today, I just felt like taking a deep breath and looking back at my life not with regret, but with a smile. How beautiful those days were! But you know what? Even now, life is just as good, maybe even better. I’ve changed a lot I’ve become stronger, calmer, and lighter. I don’t carry the weight of yesterday anymore. Somewhere along the way, I learned the art of forgetting what hurt and remembering what made me smile. That small shift changed everything. These days, I wake up with gratitude. I feel the presence of the universe my grand master, my loving guide shaping my path gently, with a wink and a lesson in every turn. I’ve started trusting the timing of my life. Maybe that’s why my mind feels so peaceful now. Yes, my body aches from workouts (my muscles are screaming louder than my alarm clock), but strangely, I love it. That pain reminds me that I’m alive, moving, and growing. It’s a funny thing pain in the body, peace in the mind. I laugh more now. I overthink less. I look up at t...
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When the Fox Finally Visits My Mind...

It has been a long time since I touched my blog. For weeks, I was waiting for that one spark a small flame that would make me write again. But like the poet in The Thought Fox, I sat still, staring into the dark forest of my thoughts, hoping that some invisible creature of inspiration would step out. It didn’t. The page stayed empty, and my pen looked back at me with silent disappointment. Many things happened in the meantime  trips, conversations, dramas, and more dramas (life seems to have a subscription to those). People came, people left, messages popped up, and emotions played hide and seek. Yet, strangely, my pen refused to move. It was as if my words were on strike, demanding better stories, better moods, or maybe a better version of me. And now, here I am, writing again not because something grand happened, but because nothing particularly did. Maybe that’s the beauty of it. The present moment, with all its noise and stillness, suddenly feels enough. I realized that the spa...
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Who Am I, Really?

Today my thoughts kept circling around one question who am I? It feels strange because everyone seems to have a different answer about me. To some, I am a joker. To others, I am wise. A few may find me boring, while some think I am a hustler chasing life too fast. At times, I am seen as an introvert, and at other times as an extrovert. Some say I talk too much, some say I am hurt, and a few even see me as a headache or a burden. How can one person hold so many roles? And if all these roles are just perceptions, then who is the real me? I also wonder whether I am searching for something in others that I lack in myself, or if I am simply projecting what I want the world to notice. If money was not important, who would I be? If fame was not a goal, what would remain of me? Am I truly bothered by people’s opinions, or is it just a fear I carry? The more I think about it, the more I feel that my identity cannot be found in the eyes of others. It must be found in the quiet moments when I sto...
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Faces I Cannot Read

Today my mind felt restless yet strangely curious. I have always loved listening to podcasts, especially the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and other detective stories. Perhaps it is that influence which often pushes me to read the minds of others, to guess their hidden thoughts and feelings. This evening, while returning home from college on the bus, I looked outside and saw countless faces. Each face seemed like a page of a book written in a language I could not understand. One man walked slowly, as if the weight of the day pressed heavily upon him. Another spoke eagerly into his phone, his words spilling out with urgency and excitement. A group of children played with careless laughter, as though the world belonged to their joy. I kept asking myself What are they carrying within? Are these smiles real? Do those eyes hide pain? But no answer came. The truth is, I cannot step into their minds I cannot decode their emotions like a detective untangling a mystery. Then, a simple thought s...
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