Kuchh shehar roshni se bhare hote hain,
Phir bhi unmein andhera reh jaata hai.
Kuchh log bheed mein mil jaate hain,
Phir bhi koi apna nahi ho paata hai.
Kahin khamoshi sukoon ban jaati hai,
Toh kahin lafzon ka bojh badh jaata hai.
Ajeeb hai na-
Kabhi tanhaai mein koi mil jaata hai,
Aur kabhi mehfil mein insaan
Khud se hi bichhad jaata hai.
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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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