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I used to think ageing was about lines on the face, slower mornings, fewer nights out. Nobody told me that the real ageing happens quietly — inside the heart — in the way emotions soften, deepen, widen. Today, when I look back at the woman I was in my twenties and early thirties, I don’t…
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I never imagined that a tiny bulge between two vertebrae — L4 and L5 — would one day bring my entire life to a grinding halt. I had always been the woman who managed everything. Targets, operational work chaos, PhD research deadlines, client escalations, flights between cities, spiritual pilgrimages, friendships that needed holding, family expectations…
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The first time I noticed it was not in his words, but in his eyes. We were at a party — light music, over-enthusiastic laughter, clinking glasses to celebrate something unnamed. He was in his early fifties, casually dressed, carrying himself with the quiet compossure of a man who had learned how to survive decades…
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Some moments don’t arrive suddenly.They grow quietly—like a feeling you don’t name because naming it would make it real. That’s how it began with him. I don’t remember the exact day I noticed him, only that one morning he existed differently. We were colleagues—shared meetings, shared corridors, shared deadlines—but suddenly, he also shared my awareness.…
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I didn’t plan to talk to her.Libraries are silent places, and strangers usually stay strangers. But there was something about the way she stared—not reading, not scrolling, not sleeping—just staring. As if her body was present, but her mind had stepped out long ago. When I tapped her gently, she flinched. Then she looked at…
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I don’t remember when my life stopped belonging to me. Maybe it happened the day I took my first corporate job.Maybe the day I got my first promotion.Or maybe the day I convinced myself that running was the only way to survive. In my adult life , every day morning started the same way—the alarm…
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The café was unusually quiet that evening. It’s early winter air outside that has pushed people indoors, and the warm lights bouncing off the wooden counters felt comforting. That’s when I saw him—my friend of many years, walking in slowly, one hand pressing the left side of his forehead as if trying to hold something…
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There came a moment in my relationship when I realised I was circling back to the same emotional crossroad — the same argument, the same fear, the same pattern of withdrawal or overreaction. It felt uncanny, almost scripted, like déjà vu that kept replaying with slightly different faces and words but the same emotional ache…
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At sixteen, Aanya believed that love meant never letting go. Her world was small then — a handful of school friends, dreams scribbled in notebooks, and a heart that fluttered every time Aarav smiled at her. He was everything she thought she wanted: popular, charming, effortlessly confident. Girls in school would whisper his name with…
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There is confusion, worry, and despair everywhere we look because of the extremely erratic market dynamics. Every day is difficult and has an impact on many people’s health, leading to a range of mental and physical problems. Last evening, I found myself sitting quietly with a cup of coffee in hand. Life had felt heavy…
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