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“This Is Why I Stopped Talking to My Sister”

People often ask: “Why don’t you talk to her anymore?” “Was the fight that serious?” “Can’t you forgive?” And I just smile. Not because I have no answer. But because my answer is too heavy for small talk. --- You see, it wasn’t one big thing. It was the little ones. The silence when I needed words. The manipulation when I offered honesty. The betrayal when I gave my trust. The moments where I showed up — and she disappeared. The times I gave without counting — and she kept records of what she did. She didn’t just walk away from love. She walked over it. --- I stopped talking to her not because I hate her… But because I love myself now. Because my peace is no longer up for negotiation. Because every time I let her in, I lose a little more of me. And now ? I’ve lost enough. --- No, I’m not angry. I’m just done explaining my pain to those who used it as their platform . I’m done performing loyalty in a one-sided relationship. I’m done carrying guilt that was never mine. --- So if you ever...
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“I Was Always There, But She Never Saw Me”

There comes a moment in life when love for a sibling turns into a wound. Not because they left. But because they stayed — just long enough to break your trust. My sister — the one I protected, supported, never questioned. The one who always needed me. And I… I was always there. But when the time came — when our father’s life was slipping — She didn't just fail me. She used me. --- I had an exam. And a life I had put on hold. I told her: “Let my exam get over, I’ll come.” I offered to pay for my own ticket. She said, “We’ll manage.” But she never booked my ticket. And never even told me. The day we were to leave — I found out on my own. And in that moment, I realized: I wasn't part of the plan. I was part of the blame. --- I sacrificed silently — always. I missed weddings. I stayed in hostels to study. I gave up Diwali, Holi, family functions. While she lived in her in-laws' home, attended parties, enjoyed festivals. And every time she left, I rushed back to be with Papa. Ho...
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“Room 23 Ki Khamoshi”

 The door is closed again today. Not just to block out the world — but to find a little space within myself. This room, small and ordinary to others, has become my shelter, my battleground, and sometimes, my only companion. Yes, I’m alone again. But this time… I’m not weak. There was a time when I feared silence. I feared being unseen, unheard. But now, this silence has started speaking to me. Loudly. Clearly. Honestly. People often think strength looks loud — like confidence, like control, like constant energy. But I’ve come to learn that real strength can be quiet. It can be found in waking up alone, crying quietly, studying with a tired heart, and still showing up the next day — not for anyone else, but for yourself. I didn’t choose to be alone. But I chose to stay — with myself. To heal, to focus, to protect what little peace I’ve built after years of internal storms. There are days when the books blur, when my heart feels heavier than my pen. There are nights when I want to sc...
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Inside Room 23: Where My Silence Speaks

 The world outside is loud. But here, in this small room, silence has a voice. And today, that silence begins to speak. Welcome to Room 23 — my study corner, my prison, my temple, my battlefield. I’ve been living in this space for years now, chasing a dream that demands more than just effort — it asks for everything. Here, the sun rises not with joy, but with targets. The nights fall with pages half-read and thoughts half-fought. Sometimes, it’s peaceful. Sometimes, it's too much. So I created this blog — to breathe. Not for strategy. Not for AIR. But for those quiet moments no one talks about: When the motivation is gone When fear knocks harder than hope When even your own mind feels like a stranger This space is for that truth. You won’t find perfect answers here — but you’ll find real questions. You won’t find ideal routines — but maybe you'll relate to broken ones. And if you’ve ever felt like you’re drowning in your own silence, maybe this place will feel a little like hom...
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