Ki aawaz ki bhi apni pehchan hai,
Kahin chuppi bhi saathi dhoondh leti hai,
Toh kahin shor abhi bhi veeraan hai.
Kuch lafz honthon tak aakar ruk jaate hain,
Kuch khamoshiyan aankhon se keh jaati hain,
Kahin koi sunne wala mil jaata hai,
Toh kahin aawazen khud mein hi dab jaati hain.
Har aawaz ka matlab shor nahi hota,
Har khamoshi ka matlab kamzor nahi hota,
Kabhi jo keh na paayein hum alfaazon mein,
Wahi toh dil ka sabse hai gehra hai raaz hota.
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A page from my daily journal ☺️
A reminder that before we became words, we were silence.
Katha chali aayi badi puraani, Ek tha Raaja, ek thi Raani.
Not Literary Fiction. Not Self-help. Not Psychology. Not Philosophy. Something between all of them. I'd call it Reflective Literary Nonfiction
"If attraction is the beginning, what makes it become love?" Before we call it love, perhaps we should ask what we're calling love. Is it the excitement that keeps us awake at night? The comfort of being understood? The ache of missing someone? The choice to stay? Or have we become so quick to name our feelings that we've forgotten to understand them first?
Relationships are way too complicated than just a Hi or ar a hug for me.
✍🏻 Author’s Note This story is a fictional reflection inspired by the lived experiences of many in the transgender community. It explores themes of identity, rejection, and the struggle to be seen and accepted in a world that often misunderstands difference. At its core, it is also about resilience, self-discovery, and finding belonging beyond society’s expectations. I hope it encourages readers to look with more understanding and empathy toward every identity. — Tanya
Masculinity! The word I have listened to all my life. Par ye hai kya ?
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