MAP OF MY SOUL

The weather outside is criminally so damn good today—sunny, breezy, bright, happy, almost like the universe accidentally synced its playlist with mine. Istg the sky’s energy is matching mine for once: a little wild, a little bubbly, a little what even is going on but I’m vibing anyway. And maybe that’s why this whole… thing I’m in feels lighter too. You know, that grey zone between friendship and romance, where no one updates their relationship status but hearts are secretly glitching. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me catching feelings in slow motion, while the other person is out here chillin’ like nothing’s happening. It gets in my head—like, am I over-reading every smile? Every little stupid moment that feels bigger to me than it probably should? But here’s the twist: it still makes me happy. Like ridiculously happy. It’s a distraction sometimes, but a good one. The kind that doesn’t derail you, just adds a soft soundtrack to the chaos. It feels like walking in sunshine with a lit...

If you think about it, Krishna wasn’t just a god with a flute; he was the friend who knew how to lighten the mood, the lover who redefined intimacy, and the philosopher who casually dropped the deepest TED Talk of all time on a battlefield. His life was this wild mashup of playfulness and profound wisdom, which honestly feels like the blueprint we’re all trying to crack in our own chaotic twenties. He never picked one extreme. He danced all night with Radha and the Gopis and then turned around to guide Arjuna through the hardest war of his life. That balance is what hits me most — this reminder that you don’t have to choose between being lighthearted and being serious. You can laugh, flirt, make mistakes, and still be grounded in something unshakable. Maybe that’s why Kanha still feels so timeless: he lived with depth but never let go of joy. And love… oh lord, the man defined love differently. Keshava made us see it isn’t about labels, timelines, or picture-perfect endings. Radh...

I swear to everything, today I was about to lose it. Daily tests? Weekly tests? Fortnightly tests? Mock tests? Who even INVENTED this torture?? I was mad. Like, full-on, chest-tight, fists-itched, hair-pulling, screaming-at-the-walls mad. I wanted to scream at the walls, at the ceiling, at everyone who ever said, “Just do your best.” My best? My best is bleeding and furious and  done . So yeah, I punched the damn wall. Don’t judge me. It needed to know how angry I was. Then it started raining. And I swear—this wasn’t cute or poetic. It was like the universe slapped me awake. Cold, relentless, wet. It was like “You’re not staying in your chaos, you idiot.” And I was pissed. Why now?? I thought.  But it didn’t ask for my permission. It didn’t care about my anger. It just pulled me outside, drenched me, demanded I slow down. And in that sudden quiet, everything shifted. Not because some grand feeling took over, not because rage turned to love in a cliché instant—but because the...

  Today, I sat across from someone unraveling in silence. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t crying. He was just… quietly at war with himself. And I, a teenager with a borrowed title of interviewer , ended up being his temporary shelter. He opened up like he’d been waiting for someone to just ask — no pity, no preaching. Just presence. And as I listened, something shifted. In him, yes. But also in me . This wasn’t just a psychology project anymore. This was a full-blown encounter with the dark corners of the human condition — shame, violence, self-harm, numbness, trauma disguised as ‘curiosity’, and a desperate hunger for connection dressed up as chaos. I was dazed. In a trance. I had to keep telling him, “It’s okay. You’re not alone. These things happen. You're not broken.” Even though inside me, the ground was shaking. Because who teaches you how to stay calm when someone tells you they’ve tasted raw flesh? But I stayed. I listened . And somewhere in the middle of...

  — a Friendship Day love letter to the people who carry pieces of my heart Sometimes the universe doesn’t give you soulmates in romantic packaging. Sometimes it gifts you people who enter your life like background noise and become the whole damn symphony. Not by blood, not by promise—but by soul. And on this Friendship Day, I just need to put it all out there—even if words will never be enough. There’s one girl who walked into my life by pure accident and decided to stay like she owned the place. And now? She does. She’s the one who knows how I breathe, how I fall apart, and how to stitch me back together with a dozen gifs, a poem and a "you okay?" She’s not just my best friend—she’s my twin flame, my ride or die, my forever girl. The kind of person who makes you believe that maybe platonic love can hit harder than anything else. She’s my baby, my home, my soft space in this very loud world. We’ve seen each other cry over dreams, fight battles we still don’t talk about, a...