The Untold Stories

Have you ever felt like you were someone's favourite person one moment, and a complete stranger the next? It’s confusing, and it’s exhausting. Some people have this strange way of making you feel like you mean the world to them. They'll laugh with you, share their secrets, post about you on their social media accounts and call you their favourite. In those moments, you feel loved but then, suddenly without warning, the warmth disappears. You become invisible in the very space you once felt valued. Your messages go unanswered, your presence feels like a burden, and you're left wondering what changed. The hardest part isn’t even the silence. It’s the hope they leave behind. You keep saying, “Probably it was just a coincidence,” “Maybe she’s busy,” “Maybe she’s not in the mood to talk today.” And slowly, you start blaming yourself for the things that changed. But here’s the truth — people who care, stay consistent. No one deserves to be an option in a life where t...

People always talk about high school, but for me, it was my previous school, where I studied until 10th grade. I might be dramatic, but that place truly felt like my second home. I still remember sitting in the corner of the classroom with my friends, turning all the armchairs into a circle and sharing secrets, laughter, drama, and sometimes even tears. That corner witnessed so much of our childhood.  We would get scolded for our hairstyles, for talking nonstop during class—but even the punishments have become stories we laugh about now. And the canteen—how could I ever forget it? That one veg roll we all loved, the way we’d run through the corridors and join the long queue, hoping to grab one before they sold out. Those little moments meant everything. Growing up has brought changes—new places, new people, and new challenges. But no matter how far I go, a part of me remains in those corridors, still laughs in that corner of the classroom, and still yearns for that one ...

Being the youngest in the family has its perks. I’m my mother’s favourite, and I’m always the most cared for. But that love comes with a lot of responsibility. I have to do my best to keep the peace in the family, living in a way that meets their expectations so I don’t let anyone down. I often find myself cleaning up the mess my older siblings leave behind, stepping in to calm things when they get tense and making sure everything feels okay again.  Sometimes, I wonder if anyone notices how much effort it takes to hold things together. The youngest carry more of the struggle than anyone realize.

There’s a battle raging within me — my heart still clings to them, while my mind keeps whispering that it’s time to let go. I stood between heaven and earth just to be with them. Even when the whole world turned its back, I was the one who stayed. But it breaks my heart every time I see or hear how happy they are, without a trace of guilt for tearing me apart. I still can’t bring myself to believe that all those words and promises that once lit up my world were nothing but lies. It feels like they took a part of me when they left, and I’ve never truly been the same. Why is it so hard to move on, when they walked away like it was the easiest thing to do? Why do the memories still haunt me, even after all these years? Is there no escape from this unending pain? I guess I can never bring myself to love or trust anyone as deeply as I did with them.

I always do my best to please people, even when I don’t want to, just so they don’t leave me. I wasn’t like this before. I used to be bold, confident in everything I did. But what changed?  As I grow older, I find myself wondering: Do I mean as much to them as they mean to me?  Am I someone worth holding on to, worth fighting for? Or will they walk away the moment I stop pleasing them? Will I simply fade from their memory? I still haven’t found the answers. Why is adulting so hard? Why does it feel like losing pieces of the person I used to be? I hate the way I’ve changed. I live every day with anxiety and fear, fighting so hard just to survive in a world where it feels like I could be easily replaced. 

I saw love in movies and read about it in books. I used to wonder if that kind of love was real or just pure fantasy. I’d often create imaginary scenarios in my mind, placing myself as the main character being loved by a gentleman, just like in those beautiful stories. I believed that kind of love only existed in fiction, not in real life. Those daydreams were my little escape. They gave me something warm to hold on to, even if a part of me never truly believed they’d come true. But as I grew older, life surprised me in the most wonderful way. I was lucky enough to find a real-life gentleman—just like the ones I used to dream about. The little girl in me still can’t believe the jackpot I’ve found. To be loved by him genuinely feels like a dream come true. The small gestures I once admired in shows now happen in my own life. He opens doors for me, puts in effort even after all these years, and makes me feel cherished in everything he does. I'm glad I was able to find not...

I’ve been used, betrayed, and lied to throughout my life. I’ve always done my best for all my friends, yet somehow, I end up being the second choice every time. It hurt so much that I started to question myself. What’s wrong with me? Haven’t I done enough for them? Did I even matter to them? These thoughts stayed in my mind, leaving a heaviness I can't let go of. And just when I was losing hope in people, I found her—the one who makes me feel loved, the one who treats me right, the one who would fight for me, even if it meant going against the world. For the first time, I felt like I wasn’t too much or never enough—I was just right. That’s when I realized life has its own way of removing the things that aren’t meant for us. Some endings are actually a rescue, and some heartbreaks are protection in disguise. Though it used to hurt, now when I look back, I understand that every person who left was making space for the one who would stay. All those goodbyes shaped the path...

Life isn't easy. There have been battles I had to fight every day—both in my mind and in real life. But I always had a person behind me, someone who pushed me forward no matter what. Even though she had a lot to face herself, she never let that stop her. Life wasn't easy for her either, but she always did her best to provide everything so I could enjoy mine. She never complained. Instead, she stood like a wall behind me—quiet but strong. No matter what she was going through, she made sure I had everything, to dream, and to live a little easier than she did. She is the kind of woman who would do anything for her children. Fight against the world? Yes, she would. Break barriers that stood in the way? Without hesitation. Give more than she had, stretch beyond her limits? Every single time. Her love had no conditions, and her sacrifices had no end. I’ve never seen someone as strong, selfless, and enduring as her. And I know I never will again. To say I’m grateful would ...

I often wonder what it feels like to have a father. I've seen kids run to their fathers with huge smiles on their faces, melting into their arms as they're warmly embraced. I've seen fathers waving at their children as they leave for school on the bus, waving until the bus disappears down the road. I've seen fathers doing everything they can just to see their children smile. I witness things like this every day, but I've never been lucky enough to experience them. I wonder if life would be different if I had a father like others do? Would he be my safe place in this chaotic world? Would I still be my father’s baby, no matter how old I grow? A part of me always aches when I see others happy with their fathers—not because I’m jealous, but because it’s something I could never have, no matter how much I long for it. Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to imagine what it would feel like to be held by him, even if just once.  Maybe in another life, I’ll get the...