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Eros  – Deep, passionate love that transcends friendship, bringing souls closer The night lay tranquil, with stars flickering delicately, as if painting silent stories across the heavens. The sharp winter air grazed my skin, drawing a slight shiver from me. He noticed and stepped nearer, tucking my hands into the comforting warmth of his coat pockets. “You’ll catch a cold,” he said, his voice low and resonant, like a song crafted to soothe every turbulent thought within me. I looked up at him, the soft glow of the moon casting light on his face. There was a calmness in his expression that made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring until he raised his brows slightly and asked, “What is it?” tenderly asked like a warm breeze brushing past on a cold evening. I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Words failed me, lost somewhere in the stillness that enveloped us. My heart quickened, drawn toward him by a pull that was both unfamiliar and undeniable. Gradually, I...

  The Harsh Reality; Where Are We Heading? India is a land of contradictions—rich in culture, yet poor in execution; overflowing with potential, yet struggling with fairness. As citizens, we carry the weight of many hopes, but it’s hard not to question: are we heading towards the India we dream of, or are we lost in the maze of inequality and injustice? Here's a closer look at some of the pressing issues that demand immediate action. The Tax Game :  Taxes, they say, are the price we pay for a civilized society. They fund roads, schools, hospitals, and welfare schemes. But in India, this "price" seems to be unevenly distributed. The rich find ways to dodge taxes, the poor enjoy subsidies and freebies, and the middle class? They are left footing the bill. Consider this: D. Gukesh, the youngest World Chess Champion of our country, recently won ₹11 crore as prize money. Out of this, ₹4.67 crore—nearly half—went straight into the government’s pocket as tax. The remaining ₹6 cr...

Euphoria  – A state of intense happiness Happiness feels like an understatement today. His smallest gestures always brighten my day, but this time... this time, it feels different, like the stars aligned just to give me this moment of pure joy. Let me tell you why my heart is fluttering like a butterfly in a field of sunshine. We were chatting, and I jokingly said, “ But I’m just a stranger to you, right ?” His reply? “ That’s why I’m putting in efforts to talk to you .” Those words—WOW . They hit me like a wave of warmth, sweeping away all doubts and making me feel like I’ve been seen. For so long, I thought we were just two people, connected through a screen, nothing more than strangers. But this? This moment made me realize something incredible. He actually considers me his friend. And I couldn’t help but feel my heart burst with joy, knowing that the connection I’ve felt was real for him too. What moved me the most was the effort he’s putting into this bond. Despite his busy li...

Immortalise - Ensured lasting remembrance " Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you're lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they’ll immortalise you ." Just came across these lines in a reel and couldn’t resist sharing it with him. And asked, " Kya aap immortal banna pasand karenge? " To which, he replied, " Beshaq 🎀." It wasn’t a reply I had expected. There were so many ways he could have responded, but this was his answer. And now, I can’t stop thinking about it. Was it a simple response, or did it mean something more? I know he isn’t ready for these things right now, but does it hint at the future? Or maybe it doesn’t mean anything personal to me at all. What if he imagines being immortalised by a painter or someone else? I’m just a writer and poet. What if he wants to be remembered through someone else’s art? I can’t assume this was for me. He needs to define it more clearly for me to believe it. Sometimes, I get s...

  Fret  – A state of worry or anxiety  I don’t know why, but a strange selfishness has taken root in my heart. It’s not jealousy exactly, but a fear—a persistent fear that lingers like a shadow at sunset. What if he gets close to someone else? What if, one day, I open my phone and get to see him inviting me on his wedding? (He is not that old, but still😂) The thought pierces me, like the faint ache of a distant thunderstorm yet to arrive. “Wait!”  such a RIDICULOUS thought 💀 MARRIAGE? ??  That’s sooooo far away.  Why am I letting my mind spiral into such deep waters? Noooo, no. I need to stay positive. I can’t let my imagination turn every passing cloud into a storm. But when I was looking up his pictures I came across something that tightened the knot in my heart. Most comments on his photos were decent, simple praises of the serene views he had captured. But one comment from a girl caught my eye: “ Alexa, what should I comment on my crush's post? ” It d...

  Reverie  – A pleasant daydream So, there I was, dreaming of us together. I imagined the day when I finally met him, and oh, what a day it was! We spent hours exploring places he loved, sharing little stories along the way. Every step felt like an adventure, and laughter followed us like a gentle breeze. We stopped at his favorite spot for Chole Bhature , the best I’ve ever had. Each bite was a celebration of flavors, and his joy as he shared this with me made it all more special. As night fell, wrapping the world in its quiet blanket, we returned home. And then came the surprise—he made dinner himself. YES , HE KNOWS how to cook, and not just ordinary. His meals are an orchestra of tastes, so delicious you can’t help but lick your fingers. Isn’t he just so much husband material? I savored every bite, feeling like the luckiest person alive. And then came the question of sleep. Can you guess how we would have slept? Different rooms?😶 Together?👀 The same room but different ...