I Know A Lot Of People Don’t Want To Live Anymore, And I Know Many Have Lost Hope, Thinking Their Lives

I came back from my Haridwar and Rishikesh trip yesterday, and I THINK I HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER ISTG

No, like I get it kyunki Mai bhi abhi 2 mein enrolled hoon and I'm thinking of taking another one in a few days 😎🤭

Impulsive decision leke 3-4 online courses me enroll ho gyi 💃💃

Thanku so much babeee🩷🩷🩷 @chaoticher

In honor of valentines month, search up your name on the unsent project and share the posts which you relate to or think are written to you. Here's mine

GUYZ AAJ SE DHANG SE JOURNALING KAARI HOON, wo isliye kyunki healthy dopamine options ka zindagi mein aagman hona is aavashyak🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

When it comes to laddoos, my most fond memories are from my childhood where besan ke laddoo were given as prashad in hanuman ji temple, in my native place. I love them so much. Even today, when I do eat them, whether from my native place or not, it reminds me of my home🩷

So I made laddoo for the first time today, they turned out to be delicious but while making them I realised it's actually tough. Like 30-40 min lagatar besan bhunna isn't very easy and that brought back the memories from when I was really very young.

I don't remember a time when I didn't throw tantrums over dry fruits in my food. I don't like them. In halwa, kheer, laddoo or anything. So in my childhood when I wanted to eat these things, bringing them from the market was never the option.

My maate used to make them any time I wanted them. And on top of it all, I was very stubborn. So if I wanted to eat something on a certain day then I wanted it that day no matter what.

"keh diya na, bas keh diya" quite like that.

So I asked my mumma today "how come you never complained? You could've just scolded me, and not make these and most probably I would've cried but thode time baad bhool jaati" and she just smiled and said "bachpan se mithaiyon ka shauq pata h kitna h tujhe. Ek barfi k piece milne se dance karti phirti thi" and I asked her "aapko dard nahi hota tha? Mujhe to abhi se ho gya" and at this she replied "hota tha na. But tu khush ho jaati thi aur thik bhi to ho jata tha to kya hi farq padta h."

I love her bhai so so much and I hope to God that at least in some other universe she's living a life much much better than this one. One she actually deserves.

Might sound weird, but I am really happy today. Ik it's valentine's day and I am supposed to feel lonely or something but I'm very much chill and satisfied like this, by myself.

I ate a zinger today, I am listening to music right now and I have a PRETTY good self esteem. My day was good and I am waiting for my exams to get over, that's it🩷

Like if there was nobody home rn, I'll prolly be dancing or singing loudly, most likely doing both🪷

Always wanted to become something, couldn't due to bad decisions so chose a different career path. And now I have 40 something different things I'm trying to fill that void, I hope as an adult my perception changes or maybe after I'm done w some of em, until then, I'll try my best 👾

lmaooooooo

ikk its amazinnnnn🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

WDYM NAH????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

have u heard this?????

i think you got the wrong person! but anyways nahi suna lol

I'm mastt

Just checking uppp lolll

hiiiii 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

Watchu doinnn?

Hello hellooo 🌻🌻

Just had my lunch now I'm gonna take a much needed afternoon nap

How are youuu??

When I was in twelfth grade, I came across this fabulous writer on Wattpad. They highlighted themes of love and platonic relationships and a strong sense of nostalgia. Pretty intense and very beautifully written. Now at that time, I just wasn't mature enough to understand each and every verse, I just wasn't able to, though I tried a lot lol. The books used to make me cry a lot, a lot (I mean a lot okay, u don't understand). Now they've deleted those books, and I have nothing to return to. I'm only left w memories of them. And now when I can understand them, I can't read them . There is nothing to go back to. And sometimes, I wish, they could republish them, istg ghar baar chor ke I'll read them. And I only have brief memories of those writings, if they publish it, mai toh khareed lungi jaldi se