Heartbeat of a raindrop

They say, 'Time heals everything' . But does it really? Or is it that 'we change over time' ? Maybe it's not time that heals; maybe it's our mind that adapts. When life throws us into turmoil, be it, heartbreak, rejection, failure, our animal instinct kick-in. We either fight or flee. Our brain gets into survival mode, desperate to fix, or escape the discomfort. We try to classify the situation in ways best known to us, i.e., good, bad, right, wrong; because ambiguity frightens us. But, life doesn't come with neat formats. It's into spreads of black and white, and everything is grey- confusing and uncomfortable. For a long time, I resented this grey zone. It made me uncomfortable, made me question everything I knew about myself. But recently, I’ve realized that, the grey zone is not a place of failure. It's a place of "self-realization". It's the messy, in-between space where real growth happens. It enables you to define your own truths...

The child chased a butterfly,   Unaware it was only a moth.   Through fields and light she ran,   Drawn by a shadow, beauty cloaked.   When at last its truth was revealed,   She sought to paint its dull wings bright,   But dyes could not remake its form,   For its essence was forged in night.   She wept for the chase, the loss, the lie,   And vowed to never again pursue shadows in disguise.   Yet, will she learn from her scars,   Or repeat until the pain burns deep?   For tireless runs leave marks anew,   Lessons unheeded, wounds that seep.   Moths outnumber butterflies,   Nocturnal forms with muted hues.   To find the rare and radiant prize,   One must learn to wait, to choose.   Ceaseless chasing brings only despair,   But patience blooms where wisdom lies.   Let the nectar-rich flower guide t...

I’m not talking about the people we share a few hours with on a journey, but about those with whom we travel for months or years. We often hear that some people come into our lives to teach us, love us, fix us, or help us grow. Yet, in all these narratives, we rarely discuss the ones who hurt us. The world tends to shed light only on the positive lessons others bring, leaving the hurt and betrayal locked away, treated as a matter for therapists—if we even believe in therapy. For many, it’s a burden carried alone, stored away until it overwhelms us. But is this how we should approach life? Some of us have trusted family and friends who genuinely care, but not everyone is blessed with such a circle. And when betrayal strikes, it becomes difficult to believe in anyone. Can we slowly unravel our sorrows, little by little, instead of letting them build until they crush us? The truth is, you don’t need a single person to be your all-in-one solution. Share your burdens like you would do chore...