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A Weed and a Whole Lotta Wisdom

We’ve always heard it—“there’s something to learn from everything in the universe.” And guess what? Even a weed teaches us something. Think about it. A weed? Grows on its own. Needs no fertilizers, no pesticides. Stands tall, strong, independent. A self-made lady, honestly. And what do we humans do? Uproot her. Why? Because we think she’s "useless." She’s a weed—not a flower in anyone’s vase, but a wild one who never asked for space and still found a way to grow :) But who really is? Let’s take a moment to salute her—Miss Weed. She’s not dependent. She doesn’t care for your validation. She thrives anyway. Now contrast that with us humans. We build bonds, trust people, and end up accidentally depending on them. It’s a social phenomenon, right? But when the thread of trust breaks—it’s broken. Even if we tie it back, that scar? It stays. A constant reminder of the snap. And that’s where our inner trauma kicks in. The fear of being bandaged again holds us back from trusting anyo...

Faith + good karma = the strongest rescue plan

Ever felt the presence of some unseen karmic energy in your life? That inexplicable, almost supernatural force that shows up exactly when you're left stranded, unheard, and helpless — when even humans fail to help you? I’ve felt it. Multiple times. And no, I don’t think atheists would relate — but those who believe in the energy of the universe, in something divine, probably do. When your karmas are aligned, when your intentions are pure, and when you never wish harm upon anyone… this divine energy does find its way to you. It steps in quietly — often unexpectedly — and lifts you in the most miraculous ways. It makes the impossible possible. Sometimes, you're stuck in a situation where people refuse to understand you. Where empathy is absent. Where authority is imposed instead of compassion. Where no one offers a hand — but expects you to obey, regardless of your pain. And just when it feels like there’s no way out… it happens. That inexplicable rescue — not from people, but f...

Mandi, Moods & Memories

It had been way too long since I’d gone out. So when Sunday came around with that perfect moody weather and a light drizzle, I knew… this was the day. Three of us—me, two of my classmates, and a senior didi—decided to escape the routine. The cool part? We’re all from different states of India, but somehow vibed like long-lost cousins at a family function. Our first stop was Lulu Mall. (Because what is a Sunday outing without some casual capitalism?) We grabbed some snacks, strolled around, did some impulse window shopping—all that jazz. But the real reason behind the outing? Sufi Mandi. It was Muharram day, so the place was too crowded. But after a good wait, we finally got a seat. And viola—pure flavour explosion. That mandi? Top-tier. No crumbs left, literally. It was the kind of meal that silences everyone at the table for a while… in a good way. Post-mandi, we auto-hopped to Zudio (obviously). Picked up some cute stuff and clicked those “mandatory, aesthetic, we-were-here” pic...

"Silence Isn’t the Absence of Words; It’s the Presence of Truth"

Ever felt that weird shift when someone you trusted suddenly starts acting different? That quiet change, no explanations—just distance. It’s in moments like these that some truths hit hardest. First of all, the biggest mistake some of us make (yes, me too): trusting friends blindly. Even when our inner sense knows that at some point, they might walk away, we still fall into that trap. Why? Because we’re human. It’s natural. And it’s fine too. But eventually… it affects us. Mentally, emotionally, and psychologically. Especially when you’re the one who gets affected by others’ actions—while they walk around acting cold and unapologetic. It’s honestly one of the worst experiences someone can go through. And I think, at some point in life, everyone goes through this phase. You understand people better through these incidents. And learn that giving the wrong people your time, energy, and emotions will only drain you. What annoys the most is when people start playing the victim card lik...

Home, Finally. And a Little Forensic Fun Too

It’s been almost two months since I left for college—and guess what? I’m finally home. And let me tell you... the kind of peace you feel at home is just chef’s kiss. No one’s judging you. No one’s hurting you. Just warm hugs, unlimited food, and that magical energy of being around parents who give you everything without even asking. (Okay wait—let’s pause. I’m starting to sound too grown-up talking about my parents like this. Let’s divert before I start crying.) This past week? Pure emotional turmoil. I was homesick like crazy. Dramatic levels of desperation were reached. But! Amid all this... we had a trip! On Thursday, we went to Thrissur for a forensic lab visit. And believe me—it was actually fun. Like... actually. Bonus: Our sweet seniors were with us too. Hands down, the nicest seniors anyone could ask for. We also got the same bus we took for our Kanyakumari trip last year—so obviously, that brought back a flood of good ol' memories. We started the journey...

Second Saturday Feels (and a Side of Zinger)

It’s a Saturday night. That too, second Saturday. The weather’s doing its own thing—moody and kinda cold. I, on the other hand, have achieved absolutely nothing today except: Washing a week’s worth of clothes (felt like laundry mountain), Doing my weekly “everything shower” routine (you know the one), Cleaning the room (semi-decent job), Devouring a comfy Zinger burger in the afternoon while watching a Sri Lankan YouTube channel called Poorna the Nature Girl (highly recommend for cozy forest vibes), Calling mom (emotional detox), And, of course, scrolling endlessly through the internet (a sport at this point). One more exam is left. It’s on Monday. Will I study tomorrow? Probably. Tomorrow evening, to be specific. As usual. :) Planning to go home on Friday by bunking the afternoon class. It’s been 1.5 months since I last went. That’s actually the longest I’ve been away from home. Came back here in May for second prof classes, and now the PA is almost ending... and I never went hom...