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The Purest Love I Know: A Letter to My Mother.

  After a very long time, I felt like writing and I felt like writing for  you . “Maa”- A word that’s impossible to describe. No matter how hard I try, I believe I’ll never be able to express what you truly mean to me. And not just me… no writer, no poet in this world can ever fully describe a mother in words. Maybe I won’t even tell you that I wrote this letter for you. Because that’s how it is, right? Sometimes it’s hard to express emotions to our mothers. It’s not just me, it happens with every child as they grow older. We start keeping things to ourselves. We stop hugging without reason. Even now, I hesitate to hug you, Because I fear you’ll think something is wrong in my life. Maybe that’s why, when children grow up, they stop sharing- especially their problems. But how beautiful those childhood days were. I still remember the last time I cried in your lap- It was my first day of 9th grade. My old friends didn’t let me sit with them, And I had so many complaints to share....
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From My Soul to Yours: A Letter of Friendship

I don’t know how to start; I’m so blank. I’m at home while writing this because college has ended.  Yesterday, I felt like writing something about the five years that I had spent with my friends. So, I've never missed someone as much as I miss them. It feels like a piece of my heart has gone somewhere. So here I go. I know all of you, Kastury, Jyoti, Maya, and Sakshi, will read this open letter.   Guys,  It’s a beautiful journey with all of you. It's a journey where I find comfort. The love you gave was commendable.   The journey with Maya can’t be explained; she was my roommate, and the time we spent was awesome. The late-night talks about random stuff, sometimes dancing together on the room balcony – oh my god, it was fun. The best part is that Jyoti, Kastury, and Sakshi were our neighbors. So, it has become even more beautiful, he-he, thanks to the warden. So, In the beginning, we were not 5; we were 12. But with time, it broke, but these 5 remaine...

Lost Connections: A Journey of Emotional Turmoil and Self-Discovery

This story is narrated by Rashika's friend. The characters and events are entirely fictional. Please Give it a read. "Hello everyone, Today, I'm here to share the story of my friend, Rashika. Rashika is a girl with an incredibly cute smile and pretty eyes who loves to live a joyful life. She finds joy in nature, traveling, and spending time with her friends. Recently, Rashika completed her 12th board exams, and I must say, she is a hardworking individual, which I have personally witnessed. However, after the exams, she found herself in a state of confusion regarding her career path. Initially, she chose to study biology in 12th grade because she aspired to become a doctor. But being an emotional girl, she couldn't bear to see others in pain, leading her to decide against pursuing NEET preparation. Instead, she longed for a life filled with adventure.  It was quite challenging for Rashika to make a decision. She was a member of a NEET group on a Facebook page an...

Roe v Wade

This Blog is written by my Friend, who hails from the USA, he mention here about what he gains from the case Roe v. Wade. I urge you all to give a read to this with the hope that you all will like it. "Hello again, it’s been a while since I’ve had anything put up on here but now I’m here! As you may have heard the US has decided to drop a ruling preventing individual states from completely making abortion illegal, at any stage in pregnancy. So now, we have all these southern, republican dominated states, making laws that make abortions as illegal, completely preventing an abortion at any state in pregnancy. Wanna know what this means? Well, now women can’t have complete autonomy over their own body, make the choices that are best suited for their own lives. Now, the person whom isn’t even alive, has rights over someone who is already in the waking world and actually has an impact to those around them. For some context, there was a 10 year old girl who was raped and had gotten ...

"We rise by lifting others"

Hi all! I hope you all are doing well and good. After garnering a lot of courage, I'm writing this blog. Please do give it a read. So, I have seen scores of people who oppose reservation because they think it is unnecessary and it should not be given. Here goes My story !’ I hail from Agra, Uttar Pradesh, born and brought up in an urban area unlike my dad who born and raised in Rural area.  My father wasn’t able to complete his higher education because his father i.e. my grandfather didn’t believe in Education. And the reason behind it was that education at that time for a family like us was not a necessity but a luxury, they didn’t have enough money for their children’s education. But my father really wanted to study and gain knowledge. So, we belong to Scheduled caste and in my village, mostly higher caste people were educated. My father was always intrigued and wanted to have conversation with them and sit with them so as to gain knowledge from those people. But th...

Thoughts and the Start of My Journey

  Hi Guys, This Blog has written by my Friend, please do give it a read. Hi all, I was conscripted to write something that a friend could put up on their blog, so here I am and so you'll see it on their blog. Welcome! For context, before this year, I was considered a White Male of Caucasian decent living in the United States in a fairly well-off family and currently am in my 3rd year of college. I thought for a couple months on what to write about and at the time I had started my own personal journey through some personally uncharted waters. So I came to the brilliant idea to write about that journey, spoilers it's LGBTQ related. Lets start back in my High school days oh so far in the past, Junior year I began to desire being female, as in if I could flip the gender switch to change my gender I would do with nearly no hesitancy. This feeling permeated my last two years of High school and followed me through my freshman year (COVID year of 2019-2020). Starting my second year o...

Who's the real criminal for begging?

  I still have the vivid memory of those days when I was in Delhi for almost a year and used to take metro to commute from Sector 16 Noida to Barakhamba. On my en route, i used to see this lady, who begged every day accompanied by her child.   From early morning to late night, she used to do begging in the name of her child’s injury. One fine day she came up to me asking for help and said “I need money for my child’s treatment as my child is severely injured.” I did see a bandage on his head and blood coming out from it but I knew that it was fake blood. So I ignored it like every other person but the realization of the murky future that child might have and the innocence that is getting sabotaged due to his involvement in all this, made me distraught. At this age when a child should be studying, playing and exploring the enigma of universe, he is being deprived of all of this.    Deluged with these thoughts, I couldn’t resist myself and called upon her as to kno...
  I am a 3rd-year student of B.A.LL.B. As of now, I don’t have any achievements like no certificates, no debates, and no national moots. But Yes, I have one achievement and that is I am in the law field. I want to explain why and how I chose this Law field. I did my HSC from the science stream and cleared JEE mains. During the JEE mains counseling, I felt that I never wanted to be an engineer. I told my father that I want to do something for my country's justice system so I decided to become a lawyer and this field suits me because I have one quality that I can fight until and unless I get justice done. I want to thank my father for giving me a chance to live my dream. He empowered me to pursue my dreams. After I prepared for CLAT and I got a college. As I am from a middle-class family and have no contacts in the law field, a lot of people suggested that without contacts I won't be able to do anything in this field, but I believe they are wrong. Each time someone asks me what I...