💫 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 "