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Who Will Cry When You Die?
I once came across a simple question that stayed with me longer than I expected: Who will cry when you die? At first it felt uncomfortable to think about. But the more time I spent with the question the more I realized it was not really about death. It was about life, presence and the kind of meaning we leave behind. There are people who would feel sad. Family, Friends and those who have crossed paths with me would remember something we shared. But sadness and crying are not the same thing and that difference is what makes…
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The Syllabus of Survival
Dear Adulting, You are the most relentless curriculum I have ever been enrolled in;a course with no graduation date,no breaks, no holidays,no clear syllabus to prepare from. Your lessons arrive unannouncedin overdue bills,in responsibilities that pile higher than laundry,in choices that weigh heavier than my own heartbeat. You demand essays in patience,exams in resilience,and presentations in survival. And still, there are no gold stars,no applause,only the quiet hope that maybe,just maybe, I’m passing. Sigh.
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Wooden doors
The old wooden house still stands marked by time yet rich with memory.Its doors, aged and weathered, creak with peculiar sounds each time they open or close. A faded red roof shelters walls once white, now peeling with age. The lower half of those walls carry the innocent scribbles of children, a testament to laughter once echoing through the rooms. Warm yellow light from 100-watt bulbs glowed gently across evenings, while a stone stove and matchsticks served as the heart of the kitchen. We played hide and seek along its wooden staircases and behind its sturdy doors, while…
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Growing up
There comes a time in life when you’ve technically grown into an adult. Yet, your heart just refuses to accept it. You begin to see the signs of time passing. Your parents’ hair is slowly turning grey. The cricket players you once cheered for are announcing their retirements. Your younger siblings are suddenly acting all mature. And in the middle of it all it’s just you confused not ready to admit that you’re growing up too. Childhood doesn’t feel far away at all. It feels like it was only yesterday. You can still picture your twelfth-grade result day,…
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