A New City, A New Start

Lately, I’ve been feeling the urge to just leave. Not out of impulse or recklessness—but because staying feels like being stuck. Everything around me reminds me of what used to be—old memories, lost love, people who aren’t the same anymore, or maybe I’m not. Either way, it’s exhausting.

There’s something about the idea of a new city that feels freeing. No one knows you. No expectations. No stories attached to your name. Just space—to figure things out, to begin again, maybe even to disappear for a while. It’s not about escape as much as it is about starting over without all the baggage.

But it’s not that simple. I’m torn. There’s this mix of hope and fear. Part of me wants to believe that things will feel lighter somewhere else. That a new place will mean new chances, new people, new peace. But I also know that pain travels with you, no matter where you go.

I think about the people I’ve lost. The ones I loved but couldn’t hold on to. The friendships that slowly faded. The moments I wish had gone differently. And that makes me hesitate. Because even if I leave, those things don’t just disappear.

Still, the desire to disappear for a bit is strong. Not forever. Just long enough to reset. To stop feeling like I’m constantly being reminded of who I was instead of being allowed to figure out who I am now.

And then, in the middle of all this, there are a few people who still check in. The ones who don’t ask for much, but somehow show up when it matters. Maybe that’s what keeps me grounded, even when I feel like letting go of everything.

I don’t know what comes next. I just know something has to change. Maybe it starts with a train ticket. Or maybe it starts with a decision. Either way, I’m ready for something new—even if I’m not sure what that looks like yet 😇

When a Third Person Comes Between Two People

A strong bond between two people — whether it’s love or friendship — should be based on trust and understanding. But sometimes, a third person enters the picture and slowly creates distance. They don’t always mean harm, but their presence or actions can lead to confusion, jealousy, and even breakups.

Who Is the Third Person?

The third person is someone outside the original relationship. They might be a friend, colleague, or someone new. Their involvement can cause issues, especially when one person starts listening to or depending on them more than their own partner or friend.

How Do They Cause Problems?

Starting rumors or spreading wrong information

  A lie, even a small one, can damage trust.

Getting too involved

  When someone else starts taking up too much space in the relationship, the other person may feel ignored or hurt.

Giving unwanted advice

  Sometimes, advice from an outsider creates more confusion instead of helping.

Causing misunderstandings

  They might twist words or situations that lead to fights or doubt.

Why Does This Happen?

Weak communication

  When the two people don’t talk openly, it’s easier for someone else to interfere.

Trust issues

  If one person doesn’t fully trust the other, they may rely more on what others say.

No boundaries

  Letting others get too close to private matters can open the door to problems.

 Signs a Third Person Is Interfering

Frequent arguments with no clear reason

One person becoming distant or secretive

Always talking or comparing with the third person

Feeling like someone else has more say in the relationship than they should

What Can Be Done?

Have an honest conversation

  Talk about feelings before the gap grows wider.

Limit outside influence

  Keep personal matters between the two people involved.

Strengthen the bond

  Spend more time together and rebuild trust.

Let go of toxic interference

  If someone is clearly causing harm, it’s okay to step back from them.

In the End

Relationships are special and worth protecting. It’s natural to meet new people, but when someone begins to harm what two people have built, it’s important to act. Don’t let a third person break something that was once beautiful and strong. Work together, talk openly, and protect your peace.

Shattered Dreams, Spiritual Rise — A 3 AM Thought

 It’s been nearly four years.

I gave my heart away — completely,
with faith, with fire.
But the love I gave wasn’t returned the same.

It’s 3 in the morning again.
My body aches,
but it’s the weight inside my chest that hurts more.
It’s a quiet ache —
the kind that doesn’t scream,
but stays.

I poured time, energy, and tenderness
into a connection that couldn’t hold me.
I held onto words
that were light but never lasting.
I waited. I trusted.
And somewhere in the process,
I let go of parts of me.

They said they cared.
But love isn’t meant to be confusing.
It doesn’t vanish at the first storm.
Real love doesn’t leave you
wondering if you were ever enough.

So I remained alone —
not because I lost belief in love,
but because I once gave too much
to someone who didn’t value its depth.

No one sees the quiet destruction.
The tears cried into pillows.
The strength it takes to show up
when your soul feels like it’s unraveling.

Time didn’t erase the pain.
It reshaped it.
It taught me how to carry sorrow
without letting it break me again.

And when everything outside turned cold —
when voices fell silent
and doors stayed shut 

that’s when I was found.

By Him. Mahadev.
Not in rituals,
but in the stillness of my solitude.
In the tears I stopped hiding.
In the strength I didn’t know I had.

He didn’t need me to be fixed.
Just real.
Just present in my truth.

I lost a person —
but I found my center.
And in that stillness,
He met me.

Pain didn’t destroy me.
It made space for my becoming.
And that girl with broken dreams?
She didn’t just survive.
She rose —
anchored in something greater.

Jigsaw of a Man

 I Met a Man in His 40s…

We’ve barely met twice. Yet in those few hours, I slowly began to understand the puzzle that is him.

A man who wears his ambition like armour. For him, career isn’t just a priority—it’s everything. Success seems to be his compass. Maybe even his shield.

There's a trace of male ego—undeniable, but not overwhelming. It comes and goes, like a whisper that lingers.

And oh, his voice. There's something about it. The kind you’d want to hear again. And again. It carries a weight… of experience, of stories untold.

Aggressive? Yes. Maybe. But is it anger? Or is it pain wrapped in strength?

His past… it shows up in his pauses, in the way he dodges certain topics. Maybe it’s his past that shaped this version of him. Hardened him. Guarded him.

Maybe he’s heartbroken.
Maybe no one ever truly loved him for who he is.
Maybe he’s always been a jigsaw—everyone trying to fit him into their idea of complete, never really seeing him for his own picture.

Or maybe… just maybe…
He needs love.

Not the kind that fixes.
But the kind that sees. That stays. That understands.

When You Feel What Others Feel

Have you ever noticed yourself feeling sad when a friend is upset or happy when they share good news? This happens because of “empathy” the ability to connect with and understand another person's emotions.  

Empathy creates a strong bond between people. It allows you to recognize someone’s struggles and offer comfort, support, or simply a listening ear.  

However, absorbing too many emotions from others can be exhausting. It’s important to show kindness while also taking care of your own feelings. You can be supportive without carrying the full weight of others’ emotions.  

Empathy strengthens relationships and brings people closer. The next time you sense someone’s emotions, remember that it’s a valuable quality—but it’s also important to find a healthy balance.

SHE KNOWS!!!

She knows
She is loving someone who is already been loved
She knows
She is caring for someone
Who's already been taken care of
She knows
She is cooking for someone
Who is already had a dinner
Washed his hand and gone to sleep
When a man cheats on woman
She knows
She can sense betrayal in his hidden glance
In the touch of his hand
In her own body
She can sense in his stories
She begins to understand that
Not every ranjha has a heer
Not every soul has a body
Isn't it necessary
That she forgives or forget out of love
Or fights
Since she is out of love

Arrivals and Goodbyes 😎

The first time you fall out of love always sneaks up on you, because you never learned the little signs. You never learned how to distinguish between the proper fights that need to happen and the grating, stinging, ugly ones that start to take the place of regular conversation because they are the only words that make you feel engaged anymore. You’ll say to yourself, “We just fight a lot, we’re both hard-headed, we both want our way a little too much.” To everyone else, this will sound like a petty excuse for the two-hour dinner you made everyone sit through while you shot barbs at one another across the table. But to you, it will sound perfectly reasonable. You’re just passionate.

But the worst, of course, is when the misguided use of the term “passion” is no longer even applicable. You’re not fighting anymore, you’ve just grown cold. You’ve grown indifferent. You have found a feeling that never used to be in your emotional vocabulary, a sort of numbness to the person who has touched you so much that they’ve worn out their fingerprints on your skin. You no longer know who they are, and they can’t identify themselves. You’ll let yourselves ride along on months of placid apathy, speaking to one another only when it’s necessary, henpecking to get a job done or snapping when asked a simple question. You will have become inconveniences in one another’s lives, a fly that needs to be swatted away but which, for the time, is easier to simply live with.

PS-You should have someone love you and love you forever at that. Loving the wrong person teaches you what you truly deserve by loving the right person. Love cannot be one sided or else it doesn't exist. ... Any woman just wants to be loved forever and always, not for the time being.