The Drama Queen Called Time....

 💭Today I realized something funny😂....time isn’t just a measurement...it’s a full-time drama queen. It never acts normal. When we are happy, it sprints like a cheetah, but when we are sad, it drags itself like an old clock whose batteries are dying....Like, come on, time...pick a mood!😀😇😏😐😒😔😘😠😡😤😨😬😭😮😰😱😴😶

Yesterday, for example, I was surrounded by laughter...cousins cracking silly jokes, Maggi boiling in the kitchen, songs playing in the background, and my cheeks literally hurting from smiling too much. I blinked once, and boom💥, it was already 10 p.m. Time practically flew out of the window waving goodbye.

But today? Ugh. Today, I decided to study...or at least pretend to... I sat down with my books, convinced I’d have a productive day. Two minutes in, I glanced at the clock: 3:30. Then I “studied” again, checked the clock...3:32....I swear, those two minutes felt like a full hour in emotional time. Maybe Einstein’s theory of relativity was actually written during exam season....It’s almost like time senses my emotions.

😑When I'm happy: “Oh, she’s smiling? Let’s move fast-forward!”

😑When I’m sad: “She looks miserable… let’s stretch each second into eternity.”

🍃But if we think deeper....maybe it’s not time that changes, maybe it’s us. When we are happy, we forget to count. we are too busy in living, laughing, being. But when we are sad, we notice every second, like a prisoner counting days on a wall. Sadness makes us time-conscious, happiness makes us time-blind.

Still, there’s something poetic about it....

🌃Those endless sad nights...they feel unbearable in the moment, but when they’re gone, they leave a quiet strength behind. You look back and think, “Wow, that really did pass. I survived that.” You don’t even notice when sadness leaves; it just quietly slips away while you’re complaining about how long it’s staying.

And here’s the comforting part...even the worst days have an expiry date. They don’t come with a reminder or notification...but one day, they just end. The morning feels a bit lighter, the music sounds better again, and suddenly, you realize you’ve healed a little without even trying.

Maybe that’s how life works. Not every moment is meant to sparkle. Some are supposed to feel slow, heavy, and confusing....so that when the happy ones come, you can feel the contrast. You can appreciate the light because you’ve sat through the dark...

📄🖊I guess I’m still learning to live with both...the fast days that feel like festivals, and the slow days that feel like tests... Sometimes you need both kinds to grow. The rush teaches you to be grateful, and the stillness teaches you to be patient....

So next time I’m laughing, I’ll remind myself to pause. To look around, take it in, remember the sound of that laughter, the warmth of that moment. Because it’s fleeting...happiness always is.

And next time I’m crying, I’ll remind myself that pain is not permanent. It’s just time moving slowly.... not to hurt me, but to teach me something. Maybe patience. Maybe strength. Maybe self-love.

Because one day, these very moments...the late-night overthinking, the long silent evenings, the random giggles...they’ll all become memories I’ll tell with a smile.

So, 💌dear pals, stop fighting with time. Let it run when it wants to, let it crawl when it must. We’ll keep flowing with it...fast or slow...because maybe, the beauty of life isn’t in controlling time, but in learning how to live inside it.... still learning how to time-travel through feelings 💫

With love....

" Here's to finding beauty in small things- Sakshi 🌸"