Articles
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What Diwali Means To Me
Preparing numerous dishes, hosting the best get-togethers, dressing up like royalty, and going all out with makeup — that’s how Diwali begins for me. Setting up the pooja space like it’s an SUPW project, turning home décor into my only mission, and treating weekdays as my ultimate cheat days — everything suddenly feels festive and full of purpose. House cleaning reaches a level where we could easily feature in ads for cleaning brands. I add unique decorative pieces just to earn a few compliments and set up fairy lights until my home looks like a dreamland. Through it all, I ignore the aches and pains, calm the animals scared by…
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This Diwali, Cleaning — Home or Mind?
“This Diwali, let’s clean not just our homes but also our minds for a fresh start.” ✨
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Does Ravan Really Die?
“Burning Ravana every year is symbolic, but does he ever truly die? This Dussehra reflection explores the vices within us and how real victory begins with inner cleansing.”
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In The Quietness…
He came to drop her off at the airport. In his eyes, she could see the world nearing to its end. His calm face was reflecting the storm his mind was facing. She could see the dry tears in his eyes. His aviators couldn’t camouflage the emotions this time. In the quietness, she could hear him, talking to her. He was asking her not to catch the flight, to be by his side forever, to be his front view for the lifetime. He was telling her that he can’t live even for a tad bit of time without her presence, that how much he misses her when she’s not around.…
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And By Serendipity, I Found This.
“Right and wrong aren’t absolute—they shift with perspective, conscience, and situation. This reflection explores why truth is subjective and how we choose our own rights and wrongs.”
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A Note on Diwali, To Diwali
“For me, Diwali is not just a festival, it’s a feeling — a burst of joy, color, and love that makes everything brighter.”
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All She Needed Was A Hug
Millions of thoughts running through her mind. She is strong yet a human. How long can she take it? Pondering over it and unable to utter a word. She doesn’t have anyone to share her feelings. Restless and anxious she feels. The super woman feels like crying but she doesn’t, she couldn’t. All she could say to a friend was that she needs a hug. Oh wait, but she can’t have it from that friend also. Why? Because that friend takes a different meaning of that comforting hug. That friend thinks that he could feel her curves, he could touch her, he could have her real close while hugging but…
