Roots nd Realities

  Everything happens for a reason, right? Well, life just gave me 19 days of chickenpox leave, and trust me—it was not the kind of vacation anyone would ask for. The first 4 days? Literal hell. Couldn’t even sip water without wincing, throat burning like fire, body screaming with pain. To top it off—full-time isolation in my room. 24×7. I used to check the mirror every day, hoping the blisters would heal fast. But honestly, though I always had clear skin, I didn’t even get sad about the “connect-the-dots puzzle” on my face. My only prayer was to get rid of the throat pain and weakness. And don’t even get me started on the bland food—life had lost all taste. From day 5, things started getting better—pain faded, blisters began drying, and I could finally feel human again. But while I was fighting pox in my room, my class was living in a mini drama series. I left on a Monday after the 2nd period (two blisters + fever + body ache gave me away), and the very next day panic spread becaus...

 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...