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There’s something oddly dramatic about a sick day. Your body waves the white flag, forcing you to stay in bed while your mind roams everywhere except where it should rest. Sick days smell like Vicks, taste like hot soup, and sound like your mom yelling, “Sleep, don’t scroll!” 🙃 They make you realize how underrated breathing without a blocked nose actually is. The world outside keeps spinning classes, work, meetups, all moving on without you yet in your tiny bubble, the day slows down. The blanket becomes your shield, the cup of ginger tea your sword, and Netflix (or that one comfort book) your best friend. But sick days aren’t just about weakness. They’re gentle reminders. Reminders that health is wealth. That slowing down isn’t failure. That sometimes, your body needs the break you never gave it. So the next time you’re tucked in, sneezing away with tissues piling up like paper mountains, remember it’s okay. Healing is productivity too. 

Some days legit feel scripted by the universe and yesterday was one of them. That morning, while casually chatting with a classmate, I said: I’ve never been to the lake…”Manifestation? Maybe. Because by afternoon, Rufus Sir pulled the ultimate plot twist: “Lake trip today. But rules first , no talking. From class till the lake, just silence. Observe everything.” And boom. Adventure mode: ON.  At first, it felt weird. Walking with your whole gang but not even whispering? Suspiciously hard. 😅 But then, silence started to vibe. Every little sound, every detail stood out  like nature had turned the volume up just for us.  Birds chirping like a live soundtrack.  Butterflies fluttering around like they owned the runway. Pebbles crunching underfoot with that lowkey ASMR vibe. And my fave discovery , the tiniest flowers tucked away at the edge of the path, almost invisible but still blooming with their own quiet confidence.  For me, the sunlight stole the show.  I...

You know those random days when your thumb just starts doing its own marathon on the gallery? Slide after slide, picture after picture, and suddenly boom! You’re not in 2025 anymore, you’re time-traveling back to those golden days. The goofy selfies, those crazy videos, the innocent smiles, the unfiltered laughter ah, pure nostalgia unlocked. It’s wild how one photo can hold an entire universe of memories. That blurred picture? Yeah, it was from that chaotic trip where the laughs were louder than the music. That shaky video? It still carries the echoes of inside jokes only your circle understands. And those innocent school-day captures? They remind you of a version of yourself untouched by deadlines .. Scrolling isn’t just scrolling it’s cherishing. It’s a soft reminder that even though time flew faster than we imagined, those moments are still tucked safely in our digital treasure chest. And trust me, the real flex isn’t how perfect the pictures are, but how perfectly imperfect the me...

Nobody really plans to talk to the moon. It just sort of… happens. One moment you’re lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly, and the next you’re standing by the window, looking like the main character in a music video no budget, no crew, just you and that glowing gossip queen in the sky. The moon’s got this quiet energy, like it’s been through things. Watched civilizations rise, crash, and ghost each other. Seen humans cry over love, exams, and Wi-Fi issues. And yet, it just hangs there calm, constant, a silent therapist with no hourly rate. And when you start talking whether it’s about the friend who stopped calling, the dream you’re too scared to chase, or the pizza you regret not ordering the moon listens. No interruptions. No “have you tried meditating?” advice. Just pure, uninterrupted vibe absorption. The best part? It never judges. Because the moon knows your 2 A.M. secrets are safe. They’ll dissolve into the night, float among the stars, and maybe just maybe come back to you as a li...

It’s 2:13 AM. The world is asleep, your phone is silent, and suddenly your brain decides it’s the perfect time to replay every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done… plus, question the meaning of life. But why do midnight thoughts feel so loud? The truth is, the night strips away distractions. No deadlines, no group chats, no traffic noise  just you and the echoes of your mind. In the daylight, those same thoughts get drowned out by errands and emojis. At night, they sit beside you like old friends… or sometimes, stubborn enemies. Midnight thoughts are strange , they can be your best therapist or your worst overthinker. One moment, you’re planning your dream vacation. The next, you’re re-evaluating every life choice since kindergarten. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the magic of them. Midnight doesn’t just give you thoughts  it gives you clarity. It’s the one time your heart and head hold a quiet conference without the noise of the world barging in. So, if you find yourself wide ...

Life today feels like standing in the middle of a busy crossroad  cars honking, people rushing, phones buzzing, deadlines chasing you like they’ve got unfinished business. Everyone’s in a hurry, but no one knows where they’re actually going. We’ve turned into human stopwatches  counting minutes, measuring productivity, sprinting from one task to another like we’re in some invisible race. Coffee has become fuel, not a drink. Sunsets are things we catch from our windows, not from park benches. Even sleep feels like an appointment squeezed between alarms. The hustle-bustle life sells us a shiny dream: work hard, earn more, live big. But somewhere between the hustle and the bustle, we forget the “live” part. We’re busy existing instead of living. We forget the small pauses  that smile from a stranger, that warm street food on a rainy day, that song that makes your heart dance. Here’s the twist: the hustle isn’t the villain. It’s the imbalance that drains us. Hustle when you m...

Let’s be real we live in a scroll-and-forget generation. One day you're doing yoga at 6 AM and eating oats. The next, you're binge-watching crime thrillers at 3 AM with a tub of ice cream like it’s therapy. We romanticize goals, worship aesthetics, and then... ghost the grind. But here’s a truth bomb  Motivation is cute. But consistency? That's commitment. Highs, Lows & That Mid Vibe No One Talks About We chase highs the thrill of starting something new, buying journals, downloading apps, and posting Day 1 selfies. We even talk about lows burnout, overthinking, FOMO. But what about that mid vibe? You know… the boring, repetitive, no-glamour phase where progress feels invisible? That’s where consistency lives. And that’s where real growth happens. In a world where everyone's chasing “that one viral moment,” let’s not forget: Going viral is luck. Staying relevant is consistency. The influencer who grew slow but stayed. The artist who dropped songs no one noticed until...

  “Clearing Exams is One Thing, Clearing Chaos is Another” — My Takeaway from Tom Varghese, IAS I walked into the session expecting another ‘IAS talk’  you know, the usual stuff: prep strategy, exam stress, study hours. But what I got? A reality check with a twist of wisdom. Tom Varghese, IAS, didn’t just speak he unpacked lif  “MCC is like a buffet. You come here for a degree, but you leave with stories.” Boom. That hit. As someone still figuring things out, it made total sense. . My Takeaway 1: Mistakes are the Real Syllabus He said something that stuck in my head like a catchy lyric: “If only we studied our mistakes like we study our exam syllabus.” That’s deep, right? We’re wired to fear failure, but he flipped the script  your mistakes are your manual. My Takeaway 2: Power Isn’t Loud, It’s Impactful He broke down how he saw various careers. Social work? Noble, but limited scale. Judiciary and police? Reactive, they step in after the storm. IAS? That’s where you ...

 Carry Your Own Water, Feel the Drop This morning, I read a quote that hit me hard: “Once you carry your own water, you will learn the value of every drop.” And suddenly, it made so much sense. We’re so used to comfort  tap water, online food, instant answers that we forget what real effort feels like. But the moment you do the hard work, everything changes.  Earn your own money? You'll think twice before spending.  Invest in someone? You'll value their love deeply.  Study on your own? You’ll remember it longer. When you carry the weight, even a drop feels precious. So here’s the real talk: Stop waiting for others to do it. Lift your own bucket. Face your own mess. Because that's where growth, gratitude, and grit are born. And trust me  Every drop counts. Especially the ones you carried.

  Friday’s here , it’s Friend Dayyy, oh hey! The weekend’s winking, just a few hours away. Work’s still lurking, but we’re already in the zone, Group chats buzzing, can’t leave this vibe alone. Sneakers on, minds half gone, Already dreaming of sleepin’ till dawn. Deadlines can wait, let’s vibe and pretend, Because Friday’s that friend who stays till the end. “Let’s meet at 6?” , someone drops in the chat, The plan’s made messy, but who cares about that? It’s fries and stories, it’s laughter and tea, And then comes Saturday the sit-down queen, Like the “Sat” in her name, you know what I mean? No alarms, no shoes, just cozy and light, Sun through the curtains, no meetings in sight.  A book in hand or a playlist on loop, Recharging your soul like warm chicken soup. Clouds float lazy, the breeze gives a hug, Time slows down like it’s caught in a mug. No calls, no pressure, no email ping-pong, Just vibes, soft lights, and your fav lo-fi song. It’s yoga or Netflix or dancing with ai...