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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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It’s been 15 days since herpes zoster—shingles—hit me, and I can barely put into words what it feels like. My body feels like it’s on fire, my skin crawls with blisters, and my nerves scream every moment of the day. Medicine and cold packs numb me for a while, but as soon as their effect…
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“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.” – Maya Angelou A few days ago, I attended a seminar. It was supposed to be just another routine event—professionals gathering to exchange ideas, nodding through keynote speeches, networking over lukewarm coffee. I didn’t expect anything transformative. But then I met her. She was…
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Ravi was content in his marriage. He wasn’t particularly happy, though. Like a peaceful sea without tides, their friendship remained steady. Grocery shopping, bills, hospital visits for parents, festivals, and even a couple of vacations were all well-managed by them. His wife eventually admitted that she had found someone. Someone who restored her sense of…
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I have spent the last 20 years living and working in a world that, for the most part, didn’t look or sound like me. In a culture that valued men, I was a woman who was strong, quick, nimble, and constantly alert. Somewhere along the line, I forgot that I am not a guy as…
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I’ve always been someone who knew her limits. Whether it was in emotions, words, or wine—I believed in moderation. For years, a glass or two of wine was just that: a quiet celebration, a moment of lightness shared with a friend or enjoyed in solitude. Never more, never less. But then came that Sunday. A…
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I was sitting with a friend last week, and she asked me to simply listen to her. Being a good friend, I did exactly that, and we ended up finishing a bottle of wine together. People think that around the age of forty, life should be steady, predictable, and possibly even tranquil. However, nobody can…
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