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I WISH LIFE HAD COME WITH A MAP

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Life is actually really frustrating, right? All these years, all we did was study. We kept studying because that was the only thing we were told to do. Finish school. Finish college. Get good marks. Build a future. But nobody really teaches you what comes after that. Now suddenly, you are expected to choose a life of your own. Which job should you apply for? Which role should you select? Which company should you choose? And the question that keeps repeating in your head every single day: “What if they don’t select me?” You spend hours sending applications to different companies, refreshing your email again and again, hoping for one reply that could change everything. Yet somehow, it still feels like you are not doing enough. Not good enough. Not ready enough. It has only been a week since college ended, but I already feel useless sometimes. And then another debate begins inside my head. Am I rushing too much? Should I slow down? But if I slow down, what if I never ge...
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SO NOW I'M "SELFISH"?

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For the longest time, I was the person who always said yes. Yes, even when I was tired. Yes, even when I didn’t feel like stepping out. Yes, even when I needed time for myself but couldn’t ask for it. I made myself available easily, constantly, without question. Saying no felt heavy. It needed explanations, justifications, long reasons to make it sound acceptable. So I avoided it. I chose comfort for others over honesty for myself. And no one called that selfish. No one said I was giving too much. No one stopped to ask if I was okay. Because it was convenient. But the moment I paused, the moment I took a step back, the moment I chose myself just once, everything changed. Suddenly, I was “selfish.” It’s strange, isn’t it? When you give endlessly, it becomes your role, your identity, something people start to expect from you. And the second you break that pattern, it feels like betrayal to them. But here’s the truth. Choosing yourself is not selfish. It only feels that way to...
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I WAS RAISED, NOT HELD

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There’s a kind of emptiness that grows quietly in childhood, when your emotions stay inside more than they are spoken. I love my mom. I really do. I respect her deeply, and I know how much she has done for me and our family. That love is real and constant. But alongside that love, there is something I have always struggled to understand in myself. It is the emotional dependence I naturally long for, but don’t know how to express or receive in the way I see others experience it. I see people who can go to their parents without hesitation. They go to their mothers for comfort, to cry, to speak freely, to feel emotionally held. And they go to their fathers for reassurance, for that quiet sense of protection that says, “You are safe, I’ve got you.” There is balance in that kind of emotional support, and sometimes I find myself noticing what it feels like to miss both sides in different ways. And I wonder why it doesn’t feel that complete for me. Growing up, I learned independen...
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THE END.

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If you have read my previous blog, you would know that college was never really a place I enjoyed. For a long time, it felt like somewhere I had to go every day out of compulsion. But things changed in my final year. I found really good friends, and without even realizing it, I made memories that I truly cherish now. Yesterday was my farewell. We all came dressed up, took countless selfies, and walked into the venue together. It felt strange in a way, because for the past three years, we were the ones who worked tirelessly for every department event. But yesterday, it was our day. We were the special ones. Our juniors welcomed us so warmly, and even though it felt unusual, it was actually very nice. The program started on a happy note. We laughed, cheered for every dance performance, sang loudly to the songs, took group photos, and received blessings from our professors. Everything felt light and joyful. But things changed towards the end. From being the ones who were enjoy...
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THE WEIGHT I CARRY

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There was a time when I never thought about my body. I wore what I liked, stood wherever I wanted in photos, and never analyzed how I looked from different angles. Confidence wasn’t something I practiced. It was just there. But when PCOS entered my life, the first visible change was my weight. It didn’t feel dramatic to me at first, but it was dramatic enough for others to notice. And once people notice, they comment. “You’ve gained weight.” “You look so different now.” “You look very fat in this photo.” They say it casually, like they’re pointing out the weather. I usually laugh it off. It feels easier to smile than to explain. But hearing the same thing repeatedly slowly changes the way you see yourself. PCOS is more than irregular periods. It affects hormones, metabolism, energy levels, and emotional balance. Your body starts functioning differently. Effort doesn’t always give the same results. And while you’re trying to adjust to that reality, the outside world keeps re...
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BECOMING WHAT I ONCE FEARED

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Nothing hurts more than hurting the one you love in anger. I grew up around short tempers, harsh words, and sharp reactions, and I was always the one on the receiving end. For most of my life, that pain followed me like a shadow. I wanted to run away from it. From the words they used. From the anger. From the way love was mixed with fear. But I never realised something important. I am one of them. I am part of them. Slowly, without noticing, I became what I feared the most. The same tone. The same temper. The same way of treating the people I love. I hurt someone I care about without meaning to, without even realising it at first, and that was the moment I couldn’t look away from myself. The way I speak. The way I laugh. The way I react. It all comes from them. The monster I wanted to run from isn’t chasing me anymore. It was growing inside me. I am becoming the very thing I once feared.
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THE TRIP THAT GAVE ME MY GIRL'S GANG

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People always say that a college trip is one of the most important journey of your life, at least in college. They say it either brings people closer or breaks bonds you thought would last forever. For me, it did the first. It brought us together. Before the trip, I had friends in my class. A few girls I talked to, did assignments with, and went shopping at college stalls. We were friendly, comfortable, but that was all. We were friends, yes but more like companions. Nothing deep. Nothing that felt like my people. But this trip changed everything. Somewhere between long bus rides, shared rooms, and tired laughter, we became a girls’ gang. And that’s something I had always wanted from the very first day of my college life. I dreamed of it for so long. Sadly, it happened only at the end, when we have just four months left together.  During the trip, I felt something I had never felt before in college. Belonging. The late-night talks that went on forever. The UNO games whe...
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