The bond which unites us, the love which has made us all blind, the relation which is much stronger than all of the relation we have
Its was our day
Its our
Only our <KRANDS>
Just a few weeks ago, my days looked like a loop I couldn’t escape— 9 hours of professional work ,where I showed up, smiled, and performed... followed by 15 hours of invisible war inside my head . It was like living two lives: one that met deadlines, and one that barely held itself together after the meetings ended. What made it worse was how silent it all was. No one could see the weight I was carrying—because it wasn’t in my hands, it was in my mind. Each night, my thoughts would spiral—replaying conversations, doubting decisions, questioning my worth, wondering if I was ever enough. The simplest things felt unbearably heavy. The smallest triggers would tighten my chest and blur my focus. I couldn’t tell if it was just stress, or if my heart was quietly breaking under the pressure. My heart’s desires only deepened the ache—filled with heartache, lingering pain, and moments that left me hollow. It wasn’t just exhaustion—it was emptiness settling in where love was ...
Music Says Heartbreak, Screen Says Code, But Heart Says Her. Play a song to feel the emotions of this post here below. There are moments in life when everything feels like it carries the weight of a memory. For me, that memory is her . Music has become a cruel reminder. Every song — whether it’s about love, loss, or even joy — somehow carries her name between the lyrics. The melodies sting like confessions I never had the courage to make. On the other side, my screen tells a different story. Lines of code keep me busy, almost like a therapy session I never asked for. Debugging, fixing errors, building something new — they distract me from the pain. Code doesn’t judge; it doesn’t question my silence. It simply waits for me to make sense of it. But in the quiet moments, when the music fades and the code compiles successfully, my heart betrays me. It doesn’t say syntax error or runtime success. It whispers only one truth — her . Healing is slo...
12th May, It's not been the proper Monday since the morning after the news of Kohli retiring from the white ball had broken out. Seeing our childhood hero, who has inspired everyone us to play the game signing off the pitch has somehow dismantled our mental consciousness and, had led our heart broken. Personally, I was among the very shy and an intovert kind of kid, but seeing him grown up from fearless to the most fearless cricketer around the globe has changed my perspection towards the game and ultimately towards my personal life. The hardwork he has put off, the auora he brings in and the energy he displays on the ground, are something we will be missing out so much. Virat was the fire that lit up dull games. He was the one you could count on when hope was slipping. He taught us that aggression is not just about words, but intent. That fitness is not optional, but essential. That cricket is not just a sport — it’s a battlefield , and every ball counts. With unmatched pas...
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