The Walking, Talking Human News Channel....

💬There are journalists...
There are reporters...
There are media houses...
And then....
👀👩There is my neighborhood aunty....the woman who knows every single thing happening within a 10 km radius.....
Honestly...if she ever opens a channel called "Gossiping TV"... even national news will resign out of embarrassment....

😁And yes, I confess....
Sometimes I go to her house.
Not for tea.
Not for snacks.
Not even for social visits.
I go for premium gossip content...

👀Let me show you how it goes.

💣Scene: Aunty’s Hall...The Temple of Information
I enter her house.
Aunty is already waiting like a detective who finally caught a suspect.

👩Aunty: “Arre beta, aa gayi....waise ek baat bataun? ”(When aunty says ek baat, it means the whole neighborhood already knows except me.)
👧Me: (acting innocent) “Kya hua aunty?”
👩Aunty: “Woh saamne wali aunty, jisko tu ‘hi aunty’ bolti...uski beti...kal raat...7:43 PM ko...downstairs kisi ladke se baat kar rahi thi!”

Aunty knows the exact time.
At this point I'm convinced she has satellites.

👧Me: “Kaun sa ladka?”
👩Aunty: (stares at me like I asked the world’s stupidest question)
“Beta, detail toh bolna padega na?
Blue t-shirt, black jeans, height 5’8”, hair thoda silky, and achha phone bhi tha.”

(Ma’am, do you want to give his Aadhar number also?
And it doesn’t stop there.)
Aunty adjusts her saree, leans closer like she's sharing national secrets.

👩Aunty: “Dekho, main gossip nahi karti....par baat sach hai.”

👩Aunty: “And that uncle...the one with big stomach....
He said to his wife...‘I am going on a walk.’
But guess what?
He went to chai tapri.”
(The tone she uses...You’d think uncle ran away to another country.)

👩Aunty observes EVERYTHING
She knows.....
Who fought with whom...
Who bought new curtains....
Who changed their Wi-Fi password...
Who came home late...
Who received a package from Amazon....
Who breathed loudly at 5 PM...

👀Sometimes I wonder if she has binocular vision....

😅My Favorite Part? The Dramatic Warning
Whenever she finishes one gossip, she says....

👩Aunty: “Beta, par kisi ko bolna mat. Main toh bas bata rahi hoon.”
👧Me: Absolutely, aunty.
I will not tell anyone...
Except my mom...
My didi....
My cousins...
My friends...
My group chats...(I don't tell anyone okayyy..)
But secretly? I love her.
😀She’s funny, she’s dramatic, and honestly...
she’s the free entertainment package of the neighborhood.

🙈If someday aunty disappears for one day, half the people in town will panic: “Aaj news ka episode nahi aaya?”
Because let’s be honest...
Without her gossip, life would be dry.
With her gossip, life feels like a reality show.
And I?
I’m the loyal audience✌....

🌻With love....

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

🍽️ The Legendary Hostel Mess Food I Miss for Absolutely No Logical Reason 🍽️

✌Right now I’m sitting at home...eating food that is actually good & healthy but still I don't like....
My plate has proper flavors, the spices are balanced, the sabzi is fully cooked...

But suddenly my brain🧠 said...“Wait...don’t you miss hostel mess food?”🍽️

And my heart said...“YES BABY...TAKE ME BACK TO THAT WATERY DAAL HEAVEN.”
And now I'm questioning my entire existence.

💥The Daily Menu...A Masterpiece of Suffering
In my hostel, no matter what the weather, mood, season, or planetary position was...
yellow dal in its most watery form was permanent. In Maharashtra we called as 'Varan'...
It was not food...it was emotionless emotion.
Some days it looked like dal.

Some days it looked like warm turmeric water.
Some days even dal itself was confused...“Am I even dal? What is my purpose?”
Rice used to be half cooked...like it wanted to grow up but life didn’t allow it.

🍚Sabzi came in two categories...

Half cooked (crunchy like Kurkure),

Over boiled (mushy like baby food).

💣And then...the roti.
Ah...the roti.
A special invention by the mess Uncle...Half burnt on one side, half raw on the other.
Basically, two personalities in one chapati....Multi-talented😅....

But Sunday...oh Sunday.😆
Sunday was the “special menu day”....
The day we waited for like children waiting for chocolates...

The Special Sunday Menu....
Masala rice 🤩
Paneer and peas (but WAIT...)
Raita....it was really good.😋
One sweet dish (most probably sugar mixed with hope)🍬
Same personality roti (burnt + raw combo)

😭But this paneer-peas sabzi?
Let me expose the truth.!!!!!
There were 20,000 peas floating in gravy,
but paneer was like a VIP celebrity...
two cube per person...sometimes not even that....
Some days paneer didn’t appear at all...but its memory was added.
You will find only water + peas + “paneer ka aashirwad.”
Masala rice looked so good from far away.
From near...it was just normal rice with attitude....
But still we used to eat 2 plates like we had never seen food in our lives.
And the sweet dish....
Sometimes it was jalebi and sometimes it was Basundi with lots of sugar & milk...
Raita was the only loyal item...i really like that Raita....

👀But Why Do I Miss It?
Not because it tasted good...
Not because it had nutrition....
Not because it was memorable....
But because life was happening there....
At home, the food has...Taste, Texture, Love
But no fun....
No mess gossip....
No “Arre yaar, paneer kaha gaya?”
No Rector ki daat like we are playing rapid fire game....during dinner...
No laughing at each other’s plates....
No complaining together and bonding over the trauma....

👿Hostel mess food was like a villain in a movie...
We hated it...but it made the story interesting.
We used to look at the watery varan and say..."Is this dal...or is this soup?"
And the whole table used to cry laughing....
We used to take a bite of roti and say..."Aaj roti crunchy version hai ya rubber version?"
Even our complaints were funny.
Even our hunger was teamwork.
Even our plates felt like family.
Maybe That's Why I Miss It.
The food wasn’t good...
But the company was priceless.
The jokes, the noise, the fights, the laughter...
All served hot & cooled on a steel plate.
At home...my stomach is full.
But my heart?
It misses the chaos.
The stupidity.
The “ye kya banaa hai?” moments.
The freedom.
The hostel life.
Sometimes the worst food gives the best memories.
And hostel mess food?
Chef’s kiss.
Not to eat....but to remember....💗💗

🌻With love....

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

🧿😊With good people.....

 

👀One Good Person...One Bad Person...Whole Life Changed...

Life is not a big dramatic movie all the time. Most days...it is just you, your phone, food, responsibilities, overthinking and a little bit of “What am I doing with my life?” Everything feels normal...Nothing special...No twist...No background music.

Then suddenly...one person enters your life.

💖A good person doesn’t arrive with fireworks. They come quietly. They sit beside you in your ordinary world and somehow make it softer. They change the way your mind thinks and your heart feels. They make you believe in yourself, even when you are still in your “I am a useless potato” phase.

🌻They bring positive energy so strong that even your plants start growing faster. They make you want to laugh more...talk more...try more. Because of them...you find a reason to wake up with purpose. A reason to chase your dreams instead of the ice cream truck.

🌻They don’t give long lectures. They don’t carry motivational quotes on their t-shirt. They just say simple things like, “You got this,” or “I’m here,” or “Don’t worry we will make this happen.” And boom. Your brain feels hugged.

🌷You don’t even notice when it happens. One day you just realize your thinking is different. Your reactions are different. Your heart is lighter. You are becoming a better version of yourself.

💔😡And then...there is the bad person.
Ah yes...The free life lesson that nobody asked for.
They also enter very normally. Sometimes even with a sweet smile and good first impression. But slowly, they start adding doubt in your head. They make you feel small. They make you question your worth. They hurt you, directly or indirectly. And that pain sits in your heart like an unpaid bill.
You overthink. You blame yourself. You replay moments again and again. You become a full-time detective, analysing every word and every action from the past.
But slowly...the magic of time happens.
Because of them, your perspective changes. You start seeing the world with wider eyes. You understand that not everyone is good just because they are nice. You understand that your peace is more important than pleasing people. You understand that silence is sometimes better than explanation.
They teach you what you don’t deserve. They show you how strong you really are. That same pain becomes your protection.
So in the end...both people are important.

💗The good person changes your mind, your heart, your energy and gives you a reason to chase life.

The bad person changes your perspective and your view of people, teaching you how to see the world clearly.

One gives you hope.

One gives you wisdom.

And life uses both to shape you into someone stronger, smarter, kinder and more aware.

💝The most beautiful and responsible truth is this.....

You are also that “one person” in someone else’s life. Your words, your behaviour, your presence... they might be someone’s healing...or someone’s hurt.

So choose wisely...Choose kindness...Choose honesty...Choose to be a safe place in a world full of storms.

Because life may be long or short....

But it only takes one person to change the whole story. 🌙✨

🌻With love....

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

Mind Your Words🧠🗣🙊.....

 

🗣“Be careful with your words, because you will never know how many times they repeat in someone’s head.”

❤Every day...we speak hundreds of words. We talk to family, friends, classmates, colleagues, strangers. We send messages, reply to texts, comment online, and joke around. Most of the time...we don’t think twice about the words we use. Once they come out...we move on. But words don’t always move on. 

🌼The truth is...people remember how you made them feel. And words are one of the strongest ways we make someone feel something. Happy. Safe. Small. Confused. Valued. Hurt. Loved. Unimportant. All of it can come from just a few words.

❤Our mind is naturally designed to hold on to emotional moments. It keeps them as memories, and words that carry strong feelings get saved deep inside. When a person is sitting alone, feeling low, overthinking or doubting themselves, an old sentence can easily come back into their mind. It repeats itself without permission. It becomes part of their inner voice. Sometimes...people don’t even remember who said those words first. They just know that they believe them now.

💗That is the invisible power of language.💗

🌼This is not only about negative words. Good words stay too. A small compliment, a simple “I believe in you,” or “You are doing well,” can be like a light that stays on inside someone on their darkest days.

🍂Many people are carrying silent struggles. They might be smiling, laughing, working, studying, living their normal life. But inside...they are dealing with stress, fear, self-doubt, loneliness, or pain that they don’t talk about. In such moments...words become even more powerful. That is why kindness in words is never wasted. You don’t have to give big speeches or say perfect lines. Even small, gentle, honest words can make a big difference to someone’s mind and heart. It is also important to remember that being “honest” does not mean being harsh. Truth can be spoken with care. If a word does not help, heal, or guide...then it is worth thinking twice before saying it.

🍀No one is perfect. We all lose our temper sometimes. We all speak without thinking. But awareness can change that habit slowly. A little pause before a sentence can save a lot of regret later. So try to speak the way you would want others to speak to you. Speak with the understanding that your words may stay in someone’s mind long after the moment is gone.

💖In the end...words don’t cost anything,
but they can become everything to someone.
So choose them carefully,
and choose them kindly. 

In the end...words are not just sounds...they are seeds.
They either fall on dry ground and break someone,
or they fall on a quiet heart and help something grow.
So let your words be gentle...
Let them be light.
Let them be the kind of sound...

that feels like a soft song playing in the background of a hard day.

🌷Let your words say:

You are good enough.
You are seen.
You are still standing.

💘If your voice is going to echo in someone’s mind....
let it echo like a healing tune...
not a painful noise...
Because one day...when the world feels too heavy,
it might be your words that they remember...
and that memory might just be what saves them.

🌻With love....

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

🎶Under the Sky of Music.....

👀Have you ever noticed how music is the only thing in life that does its job without asking too many questions?
“Why are you sad?”
“What happened?”

Just pure, comforting background therapy.

One moment you’re sitting in your messy room questioning every life choice you’ve ever made, and then out of nowhere Kishore Kumar enters like a wise old angel singing, “aa chal ke tujhe leke chalu...” and suddenly your whole mood resets.
Your brain goes from “I hate my life” to “Hmm...maybe life is beautiful.”🎶 

Let’s be honest....our generation survives mainly on two things: Music and overthinking. And sometimes, music is the only thing that stops overthinking from turning into a 10-season Netflix series.

• Walking Alone...
Without music? You’re just a normal human dodging potholes and street dogs. 
With music? You’re the main character of an emotional movie. 
Suddenly every tree, every shop, every stranger becomes part of your imaginary scene.
 Even the dog barking at you feels like background sound effects.

• Travelling in Bus....
Nothing hits harder than staring out of a dusty window while an old song plays.
You look like you’re going through a breakup....
when actually you’re just stuck in traffic and hungry.
But in your head you’re performing in a slow-motion montage.

• Cleaning the Room.....
Let’s be real...without music, cleaning is basically torture.
But one good playlist?
Now you’re cleaning like you’re preparing for a new era of your life.
You’re dancing with your broom.
You’re singing loudly like you’re getting paid for it.
You’re discovering clothes you forgot you owned.

• Cooking food....
Cooking without music... budget sadness.
Cooking WITH music... “I am a mature adult with my life together....yes, I’m cooking Maggie, but it’s aesthetic Maggie.”

• 2 AM Overthinking....
Ahh yes, our national hobby.
One peaceful song at 2 AM and suddenly...

"I think I am healing.”
“I think I am growing.”
“I think I’ll drink water and sleep like a responsible person.”

The song ends → back to chaos.

🎤 Old Songs Hit Harder Now...kishore Kumar, Mohammad Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar...their songs have something today’s songs don’t...

Peace. Meaning. And a whole lot of emotional maturity.

Today’s songs are like...“Party! heartbreak! shots! swag!”

Old songs are like...“Beta… zindagi tough hai but thoda shanti rakho.”

At this age, suddenly lines like...“aa chal ke tujhe leke chalu…”

feel extremely relatable.

It’s like the song is gently grabbing your stressed soul and saying:...“Come. Let’s go somewhere peaceful. Under a big sky. Away from drama.”

And for those few minutes, life actually feels soft.

🎵 Music Doesn’t Just Teleport You...It Fixes You Quietly

Some songs take you back to old memories....childhood mornings, school days, friendships, heartbreaks.

Some songs take you into the future....to a peaceful life, a happy version of yourself, a place where you’re calm and content.

And some songs take you inside yourself.

To the parts you never talk about.

The feelings you hide.

The dreams you secretly keep alive.

Music doesn’t magically solve problems...

but it makes them feel human.

It makes you feel understood without a single word.

It’s the only thing that can switch your world from...

“Everything is too much” to  “Okay...I can handle this.”

🎼 The Simple Truth...is

Life is messy.

People are unpredictable.

Your own thoughts sometimes behave like wild animals.

But music?

Music doesn’t betray.

Doesn’t confuse.

Doesn’t ask questions.

Doesn’t judge.

It just sits beside you and says,

“Relax. Let me take you somewhere better...even if just for a little while.”

A place under a calm sky.

A place inside your own heart.

A place where you feel like....you’re quietly winning at life. 🎶✨

🌻With love....

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

🫶The heart doesn't want perfection..

 

👀“Koi toh hoga....jise dikhawa nahi, insaan pasand ho”

In a world where everyone is busy proving something, it sometimes feels like being real is the biggest challenge. People show perfect smiles, perfect days, perfect lives....even when nothing is perfect inside. Sometimes you look around and wonder...“Does anyone even like the real people?”

But trust me, somewhere....there will be someone. Someone who doesn’t care about how fashionable you look, how polished your personality is, or how confidently you speak. Someone who appreciates your awkward laugh, your nervous habits, your silly mistakes, and your not-so-perfect life. Because deep down, we all want the same thing...to be accepted without acting, without pretending, without wearing a mask.

👀“Koi toh hoga, jise hoshiyar nahi, nadaan pasand ho...”

Not everyone likes super-intelligent, always-correct, always-smart people. Some people love the sweet innocence, the unfiltered honesty, and the child-like heart that still exists in a few of us. Maybe you call someone the wrong name, maybe you tell a joke that is not funny at all, or maybe you get confused even in simple things...and still, someone finds that cute😊.

💭Someone thinks.......“Finally! A innocent human being.”

💗Sometimes being a little naive isn’t a weakness..it makes you real, warm, and easy to love.

Life is not an exam where you have to impress everyone

You don’t need to prove yourself to the world.

You don’t need to be perfect all the time.

You don’t need to hide your flaws like they are something to be ashamed of.

💞Because the truth is.....

not everyone is looking for someone perfect.

Some people are looking for someone real.

And maybe, just maybe....your real self is exactly what someone has been waiting for.

💗Let’s be honest....sometimes we try too hard.

You wear a nice outfit, do your hair perfectly, and still someone says, “Are you feeling sick today?”

And that’s when life teaches you: “Bhai, acting se acha original version hi sahi.”

💖Or you try to look smart in a conversation, and suddenly your brain decides to take a holiday.

You stand there and suddenly smiling like a baby...

Still...someone out there will think,

“Aww, cute.”

Because realness has its own charm...

even when it’s slightly embarrassing.

💕We all want someone who sees us....truly sees us.

Someone who listens, not judges & care about us.

Someone who laughs with us, not at us.

Someone who understands the silence we don’t explain...but makes us comfortable.

And you will find that person.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...but someday.

Until then, don’t change yourself into something you’re not.

Don’t dim your light to fit into someone else’s expectations.

Don’t pretend to be perfect....it’s exhausting anyway.

Instead, be exactly who you are.

Because somewhere in this big, loud, show-off world...

there will be someone who feels like home when they see the real you...

🌻With love....

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

🌼 A Small Porch Moment That Turned Into a Whole Life Lesson...

❤Yesterday I was just minding my own business, walking outside in the porch, thinking about absolutely nothing productive...as usual. And suddenly, a whole tsunami of school kids came running out. I'm telling you, the way they run? Olympic athletes would cry. These kids don’t even run for marks...only for freedom, snacks, and cartoon time....

👧👶Among all that chaos, I noticed two little girls...probably sisters...running towards home. And honestly, siblings are the funniest and cutest chaos creators.

The elder sister was running full speed, but suddenly she noticed something: Her younger sister’s school bag was literally bigger than her whole personality. That poor kid was dragging that bag like it contained the entire history syllabus of India, plus some emotional baggage.

The younger one looked like: “Didi, I can’t...I’m a baby...take responsibility.”

And the elder sister? She didn’t argue, didn’t shout, didn’t roll her eyes like actual adult sisters do (but after all they help). She simply grabbed her sister’s giant bag...ON TOP of her own bag....took a deep breath, adjusted her tiny shoulders, and ran again.

And in that moment, I swear, it felt like I was watching a tiny superhero origin story.

Because that’s what siblings are....One minute they fight for the last piece of chocolate, next minute they’ll carry your whole life on their shoulders without even thinking twice.

😆It was funny....

😊It was cute....

💗It was too real....

Because life is literally like this: We all have our own “bags”...stress, work, family, expectations.

Some days it feels too heavy.

Some days someone notices our struggle and silently helps us.

And sometimes, we are the ones who carry someone else’s load even when we’re already tired.

💝That small moment taught me something big: Love is not loud. It’s not dramatic. It’s not filmy.

Sometimes love is just quietly picking up someone’s heavy bag and saying, “Chal, I got you.”

And honestly?

💬Kids do it better than adults.

No ego, no hesitation, no overthinking.

Just pure, simple care.

It made me smile so hard.

A tiny reminder that the world still has softness....

in the form of two little sisters running home with mismatched steps, heavy bags, and light hearts.

Sometimes the deepest lessons come from the smallest people.

And sometimes...you don’t need philosophy.

Just watch kids after school....they’ll teach you half of life.

✨ Happy, funny, simple, and somehow very deep. Just like childhood..

🌻With love....

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

✨ The Beauty You See in peoples...Is a Reflection of You ✨

💞There’s something interesting about peoples:

everyone sees a different version of you. One person thinks you’re kind, another thinks you’re strong, and someone out there probably thinks you’re dramatic for no reason. Same person, same heart...but completely different reviews, like you’re a movie on Netflix or You-tube in multiple remake & languages.  

💭And that’s when you realise...

people don’t see you as you are...they see you as they are.

💗The ones who have softness inside will notice your soft side, even if you only show it for five minutes. The ones who understand loyalty will appreciate even your smallest efforts. And the chaotic ones? Oh, they’ll find something wrong even with your breathing pattern...It’s funny but painfully true.

💗If someone tells you, “You’re such a good listener👂,” it’s probably because they’ve spent half their life wishing someone would listen to them. 

If someone says, “You’re so positive✌,” they’re trying to hold on to positivity themselves. 

And if someone keeps calling you “too much😏,” maybe they just don’t have enough capacity.

💖Life is basically one big mirror.

We notice in others what we carry within ourselves.

💝You admire someone’s confidence? Maybe you’re slowly discovering your own.

You love someone’s kindness😊? Maybe your heart has been soft all along.

You’re drawn to someone’s strength💪? Maybe you’ve survived battles that would’ve broken💔 them.

💟The beautiful part is thisssss :

every compliment someone gives you is secretly a glimpse of their own soul.

Their words say more about them than about you.

People who see beauty everywhere carry beauty inside.

People who see good in you are usually good themselves.

People who see flaws in everyone are just tired of fixing their own.

And people who make you feel loved? They understand love...because they’ve learned it the hard way.

😉So next time someone says something kind to you, Just smile a little and think,

“Maybe this person carries something beautiful inside...and that’s why they saw it in me.”

💕In the end, we’re all reflections...walking, loving, hurting, healing, learning.

And sometimes...the beauty we see in others is simply the beauty we forgot we had in ourselves...

soo...be kind to everyone...

🌻With love....

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

🥹Life in the Almost...Adult Phase🥺🤞

 

Suddenly we are caught between the age where we are too young👧 to give up and too old👵to waste time. There’s an age where almost every person feels stuck in the middle... Not a kid anymore, not a full adult either. Just...somewhere in between, trying to act like everything is fine while their mind is doing full-on traffic jam.

👥People at this stage are basically living a double life. On the outside they look mature...attending classes, going to work, smiling at relatives, pretending they “have a plan.” On the inside they’re like, “Bro, I’m just surviving. Please don’t ask me about my future.”

👦Everyone wants to do something big, but reality hits harder than Monday mornings. Dreams look cute until they demand consistency, patience, and leaving the comfort zone. Some people say, “I’ll start tomorrow,” and that tomorrow has been postponed since last month....                                                  

😀There’s this funny part too.

People want to be financially independent but still like getting free food🍛

They want mental peace but also binge-watch drama until 3 a.m💤

They want to grow up but cry when life gives them responsibilities💸

Adulthood is basically a mixture of “I got this” and “I need a break” every 10 minutes🕑 

But behind all these jokes, there’s real emotion.

😨People feel scared...scared of wasting years, scared of not becoming the person they imagine, scared of losing time while others seem ahead. They scroll on social media and suddenly life turns into a competition.

Everyone looks sorted, and they feel like the only confused person on planet Earth🌏

but they aren’t....

👤Almost everyone is low-key fighting their own battles...trying to heal, trying to understand life, trying to stay hopeful even when things feel messy. People carry silent fears, failed attempts, dreams they don’t talk about, and pressures they smile through.

👥This age is emotional because people are learning the hardest lessons:

🌷That friends drift away.

🌷That life won’t always go as planned.

🌷That effort matters more than intention.

🌷That healing takes time.

🌷That growing up means letting go of some old versions of themselves.

And still, no one wants to give up.

Because somewhere in them, there’s a spark that says, “I can make something out of this...just give me time.”

💗People are too young to quit on their dreams and too old to keep wasting time like it’s unlimited. 

So they try...slowly, clumsily, inconsistently, but they try....And that’s enough for now.

This age may be confusing, chaotic, and sometimes heartbreaking💔

but it’s also the age where people shape the strongest, realest version of themselves.💪😊

🌻With love....

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

💭 The Starting Is Always Perfect and Memorable.....

😇The start always feels like a movie, right?

Everything’s new, exciting, full of energy....like life finally got its glow-up moment.

You’re motivated, people are nice, and even your playlist hits differently. But give it some time...and boom💥....the vibe slowly fades...

The “everything’s perfect” era turns into the....why is life so confusing ?😕....season.

The truth is...the start is always the easiest part. It’s all rainbows😊 and butterflies😀 until reality decides to send you a reminder...“Hey, calm down, this is real life.”

Like, when you start a new routine, you’re all hyped up....eating healthy food, journaling, waking up early, etc., 

A week later, you’re sipping chai ☕at 11.30 a.m. saying “we’ll try again Monday.”

Or when you meet new people...at first, it’s morning texts, deep talks, and “we’re literally twins👭.”

After a few months, it’s dry replies, cancelled plans, and “we should catch up soon” (that never happens).

And studies? Don’t even go there. The first day, you’re all “new notebook📚, new me😎.”

By mid-semester, you’re just flipping pages pretending to study while overthinking your life choices.

🍂That’s how it goes...the starting feels dreamy, but the middle part?...That’s where you see the real picture.

It’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes totally off-script.

But here’s the twist...that’s the part that actually builds you.

🪷You learn patience when things fall apart.

🪷You learn peace when people drift away.

🪷You learn growth when plans flop but you still keep going.

So yeah, the starting is always perfect and memorable☺....

but the middle is where you grow up, glow up, and figure out who you really are...,

Because let’s be honest....perfect is pretty, but real is unforgettable. 💫

🌻With love....

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

"🧿🌻Kajal...You’re the Memory I Keep Replaying”....

 “To My Roommate, My Practical Partner, My Comfort Person...Kajal”

It’s November, and I’m sitting at home....

College ended in June 2025, but somehow, my mind still keeps going back to those hostel days....to our chaos, our late-night talks, and all the stupid things we used to do.

And honestly Kajal, I’m missing you a little too much today, that’s why I’m writing this.

You know, it feels strange....no one here fights with me over who’ll make tea, No one’s laughing like you do when I say something dumb. It’s just...quiet.

And that silence makes me realize how much life changed after college ended.

We started as just room neighbours then practical partners....

I never thought you’d end up being my comfort person....You’ve literally seen me at my best and my worst — sleepy face, frustrated face, “I hate everyone” mood, “I’m done with college” drama — and somehow you still stick around.😂

You’ve handled my endless rants, my laziness, my overthinking, and my random deep talks at 1 a.m. like a pro.

You made college feel like home...but still bunk lectures. 

from those long lab hours where we had no clue what we were doing, to the random hostel talks that started with “let’s study” and ended with us laughing over nonsense.

You’ve been there in every mood...the sad, the fun, the stressed...and somehow you always made things feel lighter.

Now when I scroll through old pictures or hear a song we used to play, it all just hits differently....

I miss the noise, the mess, the last-minute practical rush, your random taunts, and even those tiny argument that lasted 10 minutes....not 10 minutes I think 5 minutes...

At that time, we never realized how special it all was. But now, sitting at home, I get it. Those were the days.

You’re not just my roommate or practical partner, Kajal.

You’re that one person who became home away from home...my comfort person, my daily dose of laughter, my peace in all the college chaos.

So yeah, maybe we’ve moved on to different routines now, but the memories we made?

They’ll always stay...loud, funny, emotional, and full of warmth.

I’m just really glad I met you.

And if I could go back and relive those college days again, I’d do it...only if it meant having you around, exactly like before. ❤

With love....

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

💫 The Words That Enlighten the Soul💫........

☕💭I once read, “The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.”

I didn’t really understand it then, but now I do.

Lately, I’ve been preparing for competitive exams. It’s not easy....long hours, endless notes, and a mind full of “what ifs.” Some days I feel motivated, and other days, I just stare at my books wondering if all this effort will even be worth it.

Last month, I went to a family function. Honestly, I didn’t want to go. My exam results hadn’t gone well, and I just wanted some quiet time. But after several calls and requests, I finally went.....and as expected, within minutes, the questions began ...“Beta, how was your exam?”...“You didn’t clear it yet?”...“This exam is very tough, only very intelligent students can crack it.”

And of course, the comparison....“See my daughter, she appeared for interview...it in her first attempt...”

I smiled politely, but inside, it hurt.

It wasn’t about jealousy or insecurity.....it was just exhaustion.

Because when you’re already struggling, even casual words can sting.

When I came back home, I was quiet. My mom noticed instantly.

She didn’t ask a hundred questions, she just said, “Unke words ko dil pe mat le... Log toh bolte hi rehte hain.....Tu bas sun aur chhod de....I know you can do it.” ❤

That one line felt like a breath of relief.

Simple words....no drama, no lecture, just faith.

And sometimes, that’s all you need.

That’s when I realized....

Words are really powerful.

Some make you doubt yourself, and some remind you who you are.

Some drain you, and some refill your heart with strength.

We can’t control what people say, but we can choose what we hold onto.

And I’ve decided....I’ll carry my mom’s words with me... Always. 💫

💬 Lesson:

Not every word deserves space in your heart...I said not every word...okay

Ignore the ones that hurt, hold on to the ones that heal.

Because sometimes, one simple “I know you can do it” is all the light your soul needs. 🌼

Some words break you, some rebuild you...choose wisely. 💫

With love....

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

Everything happens for a reason.....

 🍂You know that quote...“Everything happens for a reason.” Yeah yeah, sounds deep, right? But when life’s falling apart and nothing’s making sense, that line feels like one of those motivational reels you swipe past at 2 a.m. But real talk....life’s timing is weirdly perfect. Like, sometimes it gives you what you need, not what you want.

I remember when I was in that phase where nothing felt right. I was studying, doing everything right...write on paper...yet things were just....not working out. Missed opportunities, failed attempts, and those days where your brain just wants to throw a system update warning. I used to think, “Seriously, universe? What’s your problem?”

But later, I realized....those “stuck” days were actually doing the behind-the-scenes work. It’s like your favorite movie scene buffering....annoying, but necessary. You’re not lagging...you’re loading.

Like when your plans suddenly flop....maybe your interview gets postponed, your friend cancels at the last minute, or you lose something you really cared about. In that moment, it’s pure chaos. You might even feel like the main character in a tragic movie. But fast-forward a few months, and you realize.... that delay, that no, that random change of plan....actually saved you from something worse or led you to something way better....

Life has this sneaky way of redirecting you without permission. You’ll be like, “Hello? Who’s driving this bus?” and life’s just there vibing like, “Relax kid, I got this.”

For example...many times I bunk college lectures, events & seminars.... because I want to preparing for my most important  & life building exam. I was furious becaaause I also want to enjoy my college life.... But that day, I learn very important concepts, which are later helped me in my exam paper. Coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe, reason.

😊😔Every moment...good or bad...teaches you something. The loss makes you humble. The win makes you grateful. The silence teaches you peace. Even those awkward small talks that go nowhere? They teach you patience.

We just don’t see it in the moment because our minds are like,...Where’s the logic?... But the truth is, logic shows up late. It knocks months later and goes,...Remember that mess? Yeah, that was part of the plan.”

So the next time life feels like it’s glitching, don’t panic. Maybe the Wi-Fi of your destiny is just reconnecting. 😉

Because honestly, one day you’ll look back at your current chaos and say, “Damn, that’s why it had to happen.”

✨ Everything happens for a reason...it’s just that sometimes the reason takes its sweet time to reveal itself. Till then, hang tight, sip your chai, and keep moving. Life’s plotting something good for you behind the curtain. 🌻

With love....

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

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 🌸"

Diary Of Silent Days.....

🌀There’s something about silent days that makes them louder than the busiest ones. I’m 22 now...sitting in my small room, surrounded by books, chai, and dreams. After finishing my studies and leaving the hostel, I came back home to prepare for competitive exams. I thought it would be peaceful. I thought I needed this calm. But no one tells you that silence can be so noisy....In hostel, life was full of chaos...late-night Maggi, gossip in corridors, laughter echoing through rooms, and fights over the fan switch. I used to complain about the noise; now I miss it like crazy. Funny how life works...we always crave what we once wanted to escape.

🌞Now my mornings are slower. My alarm rings at 5 AM, but I open my eyes around 9. I make tea, open my books, and tell myself, “Today I’ll study seriously.” But one thought on my mind turns into a hour deep dive. Then I promise myself I’ll do better tomorrow. The cycle never fails....At home, the silence is sometimes peaceful, sometimes heavy. 

💓My mom keeps checking if I’ve eaten, my dad keeps saying, “Focus on your studies", and 🐍relatives keep asking, “Exam kab hai beta?” as if they’ll give me marks for answering. I smile, but inside I want to scream, “When I find out, I’ll send a family message!”

💪Some days I feel confident...solving questions, making notes, feeling like the main character of a motivational reel. Other days, I stare at my books, feeling like a background character in someone else’s success story. But slowly, I’ve realized...not every day is about results. Some days are just about trying again. There was one particular day when everything felt “too much.” I couldn’t study, couldn’t focus, couldn’t stop overthinking. I sat on my bed, wondering if I was even meant for this. Then, out of nowhere, my friend text "What's going on..?" I replied nothing” and texted "What about you..?" then reply comes "just completed mock..."  it felt like motivation to mee...We complained, joked, and shared our little breakdowns until it didn’t feel so heavy anymore. That day taught me that sometimes all you need is one true friend & one conversation and a cup of tea to start again....

💣Then came the serious day. I woke up early, arranged my books like a topper, wrote “Study Plan...No Excuses” in bold, and even made my room look like a productive. Everything was perfect...until 1-2 hr later I started yawning. My mom came in with something, the dog barked, the power went off, and my motivation disappeared faster than my morning chai. By evening, my table looked like a battlefield. Still, at night I looked at my messy notes and feel guilty. Maybe trying...even if you fail...still counts as progress...

Now, months later, the same walls that once made me restless have started feeling like home. Still silence scare me . I’ve stopped expecting every day to be perfect. Some days I study hard; some days I just breathe. Some days I cry; some days I laugh for no reason. I’ve learned that peace doesn’t come when life slows down...it comes when you do...

🌻I’ve started noticing small things...the sound of rain on the window, my mom’s & Dad's smile when I finally come out for dinner, the feeling of finishing one chapter even if I have ten more left. I don’t need everything figured out anymore. I just need to keep moving...slowly, calmly, honestly.

If someone asks me today how my life is going, I’d probably say...“Its good" but It’s slow, silent, sometimes confusing, but meaningful.

Because these silent days aren’t empty. They’re teaching me patience, strength, and self-belief in their own quiet way. One day, when I finally reach where I’m meant to be, I’ll remember these days...the tea, the laughter, the tears, the silence...and smile, knowing these weren’t wasted days.

They were becoming days.

And maybe, that’s what growing up really is......😓✌

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

The Lost Chapters of Our School Life....

 This Diwali was extra special for me...not because of lights, sweets, or selfies 😅, but because I met my gorgeous childhood friend Sejal after ages!! She’s that one friend who’s been with me since 3rd class...... the one who’s seen me with two ponytails, oil-soaked hair...imagine, that’s more than half of our lives together! Meeting her again felt like someone hit the rewind button on life. I swear, I could almost hear the school bell ringing and see us running in corridors again...

Kaash woh school ke din fir se aajayee...

Then came Akanksha, our 6th-standard miracle...the final piece of our beautiful chaos. From that day, we weren’t two, we were three...the Tripod. Teachers used to call us “the three musketeers.” If one of us was missing, the other two were incomplete...like Maggi without masala, or chai without biscuit!...😆

Our Saturdays were sacred..no matter how tired or scolded, snacks were mandatory after extra classes. chips and other snacks and giggles were our currency of happiness....

Sundays meant home hangouts...sometimes at my place, sometimes Sejal's, sometimes Akanksha’s.

Mimicking teachers, inventing fake dramas, dancing on random songs ...it was pure joy, no filters, no stress… just childhood magic, and just...lived.

Now when I think back, I realize...those were the days when life was simple. No career pressure, no deadlines, no overthinking...just innocent faces and unlimited fun. We literally grew up together...not just in height (okay, maybe not much there 😜)...but in every moment, every laugh, every memory.

Someone once asked me, “Why do you still talk about them so much?”

And I smiled....

Because some people aren’t just part of your memories...they’re part of your soul.

You don’t need reasons to love them. Their presence is enough.....

Even today, when we talk on video calls, we go back in time...gossip, laugh, tease each other, and end every call with: “We’ll meet soon, okay?”

And yes, we definitely will.....

Most probably not for a trip or reunion (because adult life says “no time, no money😭”),

but for something even more special...Sejal or Akanksha’s wedding.

And I can already imagine that day...Me standing beside you, & trying to fix Sejal’s or Akanksha's dupatta and saying, “Yaar.......school wali ponytail se bridal hairstyle tak ka journey kitna fast ho gaya...

We’ll laugh, cry, dance, and maybe even sit quietly for a moment...thinking how far we’ve come.

From...sharing tiffins to sharing life updates, 

from.... school uniforms to sarees,

from....“See you tomorrow!” to “See you after years!”

Everything changed & will change....yet our bond never did.

So yes...we’ll definitely meet soon....

If not for a random get-together, then for a shaadi...

where our friendship will look even more beautiful than the bride herself. 💛

Because real friendships don’t need daily calls or daily meetings...they just need one pure connection that time can never break....

To Sejal and Akanksha — my girls, my sisters.

We may not meet every day,

but whenever we do,

it’ll feel just like old school days..

only difference, this time hum uniform ki jagah lehenga pehne honge 💛

forever....in school benches, in wedding photos, and in every lifetime ahead 💫

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

💫 Too Good To Be True......

💫 Too Good To Be True.....The Book That Feels Like A Hug After A Long Day 

🌼 Some stories don’t just entertain you....they hold up a mirror, whispering the things you needed to hear but never said out loud. sometimes, the stories that touch you most aren’t about fantasy...they’re about the parts of you you’ve been ignoring. 💭 I don’t say this about many books, but Too Good To Be True by Prajakta Koli has officially become one of my favourite books.

Not because it’s perfect...but because it’s real....It’s the kind of book that doesn’t shout, it whispers. It doesn’t try to impress you with drama....it just quietly reminds you that life, even in its confusion, is still beautiful.

💭 The Story That Feels Like Life...

Aavni...the main character, is a law student working in a bookstore. She’s practical, funny, strong...but also deeply emotional in the way most of us are when no one’s watching.

Then there’s Aman...the calm, emotionally aware, “I’ll actually listen to you” kind of man (rare species alert 🦄).

Their story isn’t about grand gestures or perfect timing. It’s about two imperfect people trying to figure out what love means when you’ve already learned how to protect yourself from it.

🪞 A Mirror, Not Just a Story...

The thing I loved most? ....Avani’s way of overthinking everything. Like...something good happens, and instead of enjoying it, she’s like, “Wait, is this a trap?”..

I laughed because... same.

We get so used to expecting disappointment that when something real comes, we panic. It’s easier to say “I don’t care” than admit we’re scared to lose something that finally feels right. And that’s where this book really hits....it doesn’t show perfect people, it shows us. Confused, emotional, ambitious, scared...but still showing up for life every day.

☕ Little Moments, Big Feelings....

There’s this one scene where Avani is completely silent, just sitting in her thoughts, and Aman doesn’t try to fix it....he just stays.

No advice, no drama. Just presence.

That’s what made me love the book even more.

It reminded me how rare it is to have someone...friend, partner, or even family...who doesn’t rush you through your emotions. Sometimes, peace isn’t about someone solving your problems; it’s about someone quietly saying, “I’m here.” And sometimes, that “someone” has to be you.

😂 Real Life Feels Like This Too....

Honestly, this book made me laugh too. Because half the time, Avani is doing exactly what we all do: acting chill, overthinking everything, then pretending she’s fine when she’s clearly not. It’s like reading about your own internal monologue. You know...that cycle of “I’m okay” → “I’m not okay” → “Let’s just sleep.” It’s not heavy or overly dramatic. It’s the kind of real that makes you smile, sigh, and say, “Yaar, this is exactly my life.”

💬 The One That Stuck With Me....

“Sometimes it’s not about finding the perfect person ...it’s about finding peace with the imperfect one, even if that person is you.” I think this line changed something in me. Because we spend so much time chasing perfection...perfect love, perfect career, perfect version of ourselves...that we forget how peaceful it feels to just be. Maybe life isn’t about fixing every flaw. Maybe it’s about saying, “Yes, I’m a little messy, emotional, confused... and that’s fine.” And when you start making peace with yourself, everything else starts to fall in place naturally.

🌷 What This Book Taught Me...

Don’t run away from good things just because you’re scared they’ll end.

The right people won’t demand a “perfect version” of you...they’ll make space for the real you.

Being emotional doesn’t make you weak; it just means you feel deeply, and that’s your strength. And sometimes, saying “what the f*” and letting things flow is the best therapy. 😌

💛 For me, Too Good To Be True isn’t just a love story...it’s a life story. It’s about fear, hope, patience, and that one quiet truth: that good things can really happen, even if you don’t believe you deserve them yet.

This book made me smile, reflect, and even tear up a little...in the best way possible. It reminded me that even though life gets messy, there’s still beauty in chaos and softness in strength. So yes, this one’s officially my favourite book now. 

Not because it’s perfect...but because it feels too human to be false, too honest to be just fiction. Because sometimes, life itself feels… too good to be true. 💫

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

A Story That Touch Me......

 

I finally did it! I read my first-ever novel...."I Too Had a Love Story"... by Ravinder Singh.. and honestly, it was an emotional rollercoaster.... I finished it in just 3–4 days because I couldn’t put it down..... 😄

 Reading a love story was exciting, emotional, and a little dramatic. But more than that, it gave me funny, real, and inspiring moments to reflect on life, love, and friendship.....

🌸 First Connections – Small Things Can Be Big

The story begins with two strangers meeting online. And honestly, it reminded me how much small gestures matter in life. One line that really stayed with me: “Some people enter your life as strangers, and then become your whole world.” I loved this because it’s not just about romance...it’s about any meaningful connection. A simple “hello” can start a friendship, a conversation, or even a memory you’ll never forget.

Another line that resonated with me: “Every hello has the power to change your story.” Even in real life, a short message from a friend, a smile from someone, or a call can brighten your entire day.

💕 Falling in Love – Little Gestures Matter

As the story progresses, the love between the two main characters grows through calls, texts, and small promises. One thought I loved: “Love doesn’t need grand gestures; sometimes, a simple call can make your day.” This isn’t just about romantic love...it’s true for friendships too. Even a short message or check-in can make someone feel special. It reminded me that the little things in life matter the most, even if we often overlook them.

Another line that touched me: “Even the silence of someone you love feels special.” Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments, the small connections, or just knowing someone cares, that makes life beautiful.

💔 Life’s Twists – Not Every Story Has a Happy Ending

The book has moments that are heartbreakingly real. One line that stayed with me:

 “Some stories remain unfinished, yet they are the most beautiful ones.” It reminded me that not every relationship or plan in life goes perfectly...and that’s okay.

 Even unfinished stories leave memories, lessons, and growth. Life doesn’t always go as we expect, but every chapter shapes us in some way.

🌟 Life Lessons & Takeaways

Here’s what I learned from reading this novel: Happiness is in small moments...a smile, a message, a call, a shared laugh.

Life is unpredictable, and that’s what makes it interesting.

Little gestures matter more than we often realize.

Not every chapter has a perfect ending, but every chapter teaches something.

Connections, whether love or friendship, are precious.

💌 “Hey guys,

Reading I Too Had a Love Story as my first novel was an emotional, funny, and inspiring experience. It made me laugh, reflect, and even shed a few tears. More than just a love story, it reminded me to cherish the small moments, value the people in my life, and enjoy the journey....even if it’s messy or unexpected.

So Read, feel, laugh, cry, and grow. Life may not be perfect, but it’s magical...and the little moments make it beautiful....💖

Life has so many moments that stay with us....some happy, some tough, some confusing. If you’ve ever felt something similar, I’d really love it if you shared your story with me. Reading your stories might make me feel good,  and maybe it will touch someone else too. Don’t hesitate to open up... every little story matters.”......

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

🍜🎶“Exam Hai Kal” : A Hostel Girl's Survival Story......

 Let me introduce you to a magical place called Hostel, where sleep schedules die, Maggie is a love language, and “Kal exam hai” is more of a vibe than a warning.....

This isn’t just a blog. It’s a confession. Of me, my roommate, our “study plans,” and how we almost survive every exam (emotionally? No. Academically? Let’s not go there.).....

 “Kal Exam Hai, Aaj Shaam 7 Baje Se Padhna Start”

We are serious girls. We plan things. Like starting our exam prep at 7 PM sharp. 

But then 6:45 PM hits:👭 “Yaar walk pe chalte hai thoda… mind fresh ho jaayega.”

7:15 PM: Still walking....Mind- Fresh... Syllabus- Unknown....

Back in room:🧠“Let’s start at 8. First dinner, fir padhai.”

🍲 Dinner Time = Delay Time...

Dinner is supposed to be a 20-minute activity. But we eat like it’s a wedding buffet-

Cheese Maggie, Oreo shake, coffee shots ...all on one plate.....Because we’re stressed...

Then comes the emotional call to mummy:📞 “Haan mummy, haan sab theek hai. Haan padh rahi hoon.” .....Meanwhile: Maggie ka cheese perfectly melting.....

🎵 Study? No. Sad Songs and Spiral.....Books are open. But so are our emotions......And just like that…🎶 “Aaoge jab tum o sajna…” plays from Jab We Met.....

Suddenly, it's not Pharmacology & Medicinal Chemistry…

It’s heartbreak, memories, and Shreya Ghoshal healing our souls....

11 PM: Scrolling reels.....

Roommate: “Yeh reel dekh! Tujhpe suit karega.”

Me: “Mujhe toh direct exam ka answer bhej na koi.”

😌 Midnight Motivation & Mutual Lying.....12 AM hits.

Me: “Yeh subject easy hai kya… kya pass ho jaayenge?”

Her: “Haan haan, full easy. Dekh lena. Tu tension mat le.”

Confidence level: NASA rocket....

Preparation level: Local rickshaw with no wheels...

Then we make the most toxic promise: 🌅 “Bas 4 baje uthke full padhai.”

📱 1 AM = Still Reels....Sharing. Laughing. Crying (silently).....

We lie in bed with our phones 6 inches from our faces, sending each other reels from across the same room.

The reels is on fire...The exam prep....Ashes.

The real struggle starts.....💤 The 4 AM Alarm...AKA National Joke.....

Alarm rings...Me: "Band kar de, aur 10 minute."

                      Her: "Main uth jaungi 5 baje."

Repeat this comedy until it’s 6:30 AM and exam fear slaps us awake like...

👋 “Good morning! Syllabus yaad hai?”

🧠 “LOL. No.”

We wake up, half asleep, looking like raccoons who forgot to hibernate....

🍪 Crash Study With Snacks, Music & Mental Breakdowns....

We try to study....But after every paragraph....

1 reel....

1 biscuit....

1 Song....

and teacher ko gaali...

Eventually we accept defeat and open our holy book..

📄 Previous Year Question Papers.......(aka the savior of lazy legends)....

👗 Getting Ready Like Queens....Feeling Like Clowns....

While getting ready our conversation...

👩‍🎓 “Tujhe kuch yaad hai kya?”

👩‍🎓 “Bas naam pata hai chapter ka.”

👩‍🎓 “Toh chalein? Bhagwan bharose?”

We laugh.......

🏃‍♀ On the Way to College: Exam-Related Panic Walk....

Walking to the exam hall with fake confidence and real regrets.....

👭 “Tujhe ye yaad hai ?”

👭 “Uska answer kya tha..?”

👭 “Uss answer ka starting bta de sirf...”

We nod in silent agreement...the kind only traumatized souls with dark circles can understand....

🎯 And Then... We Survive (Somehow)

We give the exam....

We forget half of what we knew....but paper kbi khali nhi chhoda....

We remember all the memes we shared....

We come back and do what we do best: Eat Maggie

Swear we’ll study early next time😂😂....and forget all about it by sunset..

💡 Final Thoughts from the Hostel Trenches...

Hostel + Exams = The most dramatic, chaotic, hilarious, unforgettable part of our lives.....

We might not top the class...

But we’ve topped: The art of last-minute survival...Fake confidence...and making memories that will last way longer than any MCQ....

✨Because years later, we won’t remember the chapters…

But we’ll remember that one night,

That song,

That walk,

That laugh at 1 AM over a stupid reel.

💬 “Exams come and go. But Maggie with cheese, overconfidence with no prep, and hostel friendships? That’s forever.”.....

“Rector Ma’am – The Human Loudspeaker of Our Hostel!”......

 

They say ghosts don’t exist. But they’ve never lived in a girls hostel…With a loud Rector Ma’am and illegal Maggi under the bed. 😭

No footsteps. No knocking. Just one second you’re chilling,

and next second – 📢 “WHO’S MAKING NOISE?!”

Heart: skipped 3 beats....

Maggi: tossed in cupboard...

You: suddenly studying after 2 years....

This is not just a blog.....It’s a survival story....

 In our hostel, Rector Ma’am wasn’t just a person. She was an emotion.

A loud one. A very, very loud one.....

No heels. No warning.......

Just her flat chappal ki awaaz + thundering voice = hostel ka tsunami. 🌪

Her Walk = Kettle Panic Attack...

The second we heard her walking on the floor… BP went up......

Girls ran faster than Wi-Fi......😂

“Hide the kettle!”

“Maggi wrapper kidhar gaya?!”

“Light off, book khol, pretend to study!”

Her entry near our room was scarier than internal viva......

7 PM Hostel Jail Time, 8 PM Mess Disaster.....

Every evening by 7 PM – lockdown.

Outsiders? Strictly no.....

Friends from other rooms after 10 PM? Suspicious.....

Maggi after 11 PM? Criminal activity.....

And then came 8 PM mess food.

Dal? Liquid.....

Chapati? uncooked...

Sabzi? Guessing game....

So Maggi = Jaan.... But Maggi = Illegal.......

Which meant secret cooking + Maggi crime scene cover-up......

Late Night = Full Masti + Hide & Seek

Once Rector Ma’am went back to her room…

Hostel came alive......

Whispers. Laughs. Secret dance.....

But sometimes, she’d randomly patrol at 1 AM.....

And boom – corridor mein voice ghoomti:

📢 “Kon hai ..ye time hai abi ?!”

And we vanish into walls like ninjas..... 🥷

Hostel Meetings = Her Solo Rock Concert

Once a week, all girls sit in a circle.....

Rector Ma’am arrives, volume pe full speed.

Even if the topic was small, the voice was BIG.....

"NO MORE KETTLES!

NO GIGGLING AFTER LIGHTS OFF!

THIS IS NOT A HOME!!"

Meanwhile:

One girl secretly records audio....

Another clicks her pic mid-speech....

Her Background Music?

If her life had a theme song:

🎵 “Main hoon Don…” .... because she ruled the hostel like a mafia boss....

🎵 “Zinda hai yeh hostel, abhi inspection baaki hai…” ...Unexpected rounds. Full suspense.

Even when happy, she shouted...........

"GOOD EVENING, GIRLS!!".........

(Why are you screaming ma’am? We’re 3 feet away…)

The Great Firecracker Revenge (Girls are brave...)

Revenge was necessary.......

Someone planed around 2:10 AM.... Firecrackers outside her room.(Time bomb)

Pop. Pop. Pop....💥💥💥

She opened the door like a Bollywood villain.....

Girls vanished like smoke.

someone shooting this scene from hiding behind the pillers....(for meme)

No one was caught.

But the next day her face said everything: “I WILL FIND WHO DID THIS!”

But she never did...... 😎

Her walk = Panic attack....

Her voice = National alert...

Her meetings = Season 6 of ‘Horror movie’....

Her vibe = Half villain, half viral meme....

Our revenge = Firecrackers outside her room at 2 AM. (Still proud.)....

We didn’t have Alexa, we had Rector Ma’am....

Ask one thing, she’ll shout ten....

Now we’ve all grown up.

Kettles are legal, Maggi is unlimited,

and no one yells at us for walking in the corridor…

But sometimes, late at night,

when someone shouts loudly,

we flinch and whisper to ourselves:

“Oh no... Rector Ma’am’s back.”

And honestly?

We kinda miss her.

Because hostel wasn’t hostel without her....

Her voice as morning alarm....

Her surprise raids as thriller episodes...

And her rage as our running motivation...

Strict? Yes.

Loud? Definitely.

Unforgettable? 100%.

Rector Ma’am wasn’t just a part of hostel life...She WAS hostel life.

We feared her…

We joked about her…

But today, when we remember those days,

her loud voice is the clearest memory of all....

📢 “NO OUTSIDERS!!”

Yes ma’am… only lifelong memories inside.....