SAFA

Let’s be brutally honest for a second: love in this generation is not what it used to be. Back then, love survived distance, silence, misunderstandings, and even entire wars. Now, love doesn’t survive a “left on read.” Earlier, people fought for each other. Now people fight with each other  and then move on. Love used to be patient, deep, and slow like a river. Now it’s fast, flashy, and disappears as quickly as a notification that gets swiped away. Technology didn’t just make communication easier  it made replacing people easier, too. One swipe, one DM, one “hey” from someone new… and suddenly the connection you thought was meaningful becomes optional. Disposable even. Love went from commitment to convenience. But the saddest part? People today chase beauty like it’s the only qualification for love. Perfect face. Perfect selfies. Perfect angles. Perfect aesthetics. And while they’re busy chasing the outside, they completely forget something nature has been screaming at us for...

It starts so quietly you almost miss it a tiny flutter in my chest, a weird heaviness in the air, जैसे अचानक सब कुछ धीमा पड़ गया हो। then it hits. all at once. my heartbeat sprints like it’s trying to escape my own body. my chest tightens इतना कि लगता है हवा भी मुझसे दूरी बना रही है। my hands tremble, my vision glitches, and my thoughts start running marathons I never signed up for. I try to breathe but my lungs act stubborn, like they’ve forgotten the one job they were born to do. “just calm down” feels like a joke when your brain is screaming and your body is shutting down at the same time. the room feels smaller, walls crawling closer, जैसे हर आवाज़ मेरे अंदर की चुप्पी को तोड़ रही हो। my throat closes up no words, just fear. raw, burning, shapeless fear. and somewhere between the shaking and the gasping and the silent crying, my own voice rises soft, cracked, but still mine: “hayati… please breathe. tu theek hai… just breathe.” not magic, not a cure, बस एक छोटी-सी पुकार कि मैं अभी भ...