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How was my day?
Oh, the transition from being a student to a freshly graduated adult, the stuff of legend i would say! My answer to “How was your day?” became a bit of a really weird yet surreal tale during this period.
Firstly, I should mention that post-graduation, I mean not post graduation but after my under graduation, the alarm clock stopped being an enemy and became a frenemy (yk what I'm saying). The snooze button? Well, let’s just say it got an eviction notice. Adulting doesn’t tolerate snooze marathons.
So, I wake up, and the existential crisis hits me before my feet hit the floor. I look in the mirror and think, “I’m supposed to be an adult now? Where did the time go? Is this really my face?”
Then came the job hunt. I applied for jobs that required 3–5 years of experience, despite barely having 3–5 minutes of adulting experience. At this point, my inbox was filled with rejection letters that I’m pretty sure were laughing at me.
Lunch was a box full of confusion. Suddenly, I had to make adult food choices. I’d stand in the grocery store staring at vegetables, trying to remember if I was supposed to be an adult who eats vegetables?
Afternoons were filled with learning the art of procrastinating on adult responsibilities. Suddenly, doing the laundry was more exciting than writing a cover letter. I even found myself debating the merits of sorting laundry by colors.
But wait, it gets even better- I’d occasionally receive phone calls from relatives asking about my plans, and I’d launch into a monologue about how I’m in the process of finding myself and exploring the depths of the job market like an adventurous.. pirate? sailor?? . In reality, I was probably binge-watching Netflix.
So, to sum it up, being a recent graduate and trying to survive in the adult world was like entering a surreal sitcom. Where the punchlines were deadlines and the laugh track was played by student loans. But hey, who said adulting couldn’t be fun?
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Forgotten Memories:
Hi, as you all have known by now that I tends to think a lot. And I mean A LOT. And this time i found myself in the memories that is deep buried in my heart, locked away from everything. Their is a special place in my heart only for those. Memories of my dadu that seem to have faded in my brother’s world. It’s a constant ache, a sorrow that lies in me and around me, a divide between the way we hold onto and cherish moments with him.
I remember every detail, every nuance of those moments spent with dadu before he departed from our lives. I remember the warmth of his smile, the scent of his old sweater, the tales he spun, the pomegranate juice that he made almost everyday and the advice he gave. But my brother? He can’t recall any of it. He couldn’t remember what dadu said or did on the day he left us. It’s as if those memories were never imprinted in his soul.
When I asked my brother why he doesn’t hold onto these moments, his response pierced my heart like a knife. “I don’t think about him that often,” he said. How could he not? How could he not cling onto those precious moments like a drowning man clings to a lifeboat? Dadu was not just a fleeting thought; he was the backbone of our family, a big house of love and wisdom and kindness and how could he just say that?
For me, it’s an entirely different story. I miss him every day of my life. His absence echoes in the laughter, the tears, the frustration, and every significant milestone. When I’m happy, his absence dulls the joy. When I’m sad, it deepens the sorrow. His absence even remains in the mundane — a constant ache, a yearning for his guidance, for his presence. Every significant moment, whether it’s my birthday or an impending exam, is tinged with the absence of his physical presence.
The separation between my brother’s indifference and my unending longing feels like an unbridgeable pit. How can he not miss him as I do? How can he not carry the weight of his absence in every moment, big or small? How can he not remember the moments spent with him? How can he not miss the way he would take us out every evening on a cycle ride? How can he not?
Every passing day, I find myself desperately clutching onto memories that seem to slip away, while my brother seems content to let them go, like mist in the morning sun. I wish he could understand the depth of the void dadu’s absence has left in our lives, the permanence of his influence on who we are. And I don’t blame him either, my brother too has his own set of thoughts that he wishes to keep, he tends to not keep memories that hurt him too much and not be in his head space. I guess is why the reason, he do not remember him much.
As I pen down these words, the tears flow freely, carrying the weight of unshared memories. Yet, in this sorrow, I find a love that is in purest form I could ever have for someone. Dadu lives on within me, in the memories I hold close to my heart. I’ll continue to nurture these memories, keeping them alive in my heart, a beautiful tribute to the man who shaped my world in the most profound ways. For in these memories lies not just sorrow, but the purest form of love that I’ll cherish for a lifetime.
Yours in deep love and sorrow ,
Soni
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I fell in love
Today, I experienced something inexplicably beautiful yet bittersweet. I had a dream — a dream so vivid, it felt as if my heart had taken a secret path to another world, one where emotions were painted in surreal reality.
In this dream, I encountered a man who seemed to be a big ball of kindness, gentleness, and a dollop of sweetness. It’s funny how his face remained hidden, like the sneaky finale that never makes it to the end of the magic trick. But who needs a face when you’ve got a soul that feels like home?
I felt a happiness that seemed to put all real-life crushes to shame. It was surreal, an emotion that tiptoed into my heart and whispered, “Hey, I’m here to make you feel ‘nice’.” We talked, strolled through nature’s shade, and I found myself doing everything that put my soul at ease.
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But here’s the kicker: as I tried to engrave every detail of this dream into memory, my alarm clock decided to blast the symphony of “wake up, it’s time for reality.” And poof! Just like that, my dreamland vanished, leaving me with the leftovers of an emotion that felt vivid but far away.
It’s funny how a dream can evoke emotions that go beyond the realm of sleep. As the day unfolds, I can’t shake off the memory of that dream or the emotions it brought. It’s as if my subconscious painted a picture of the kind of peace and happiness I’ve been yearning for in the real world.
It’s like searching for the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow — waiting for a text back felt like staring at a microwave, expecting it to beep sooner if I glared harder and an occasional rain shower 😐. I can almost imagine myself bumping into someone at the grocery store, and they’ll just say, “Hey, I’m the guy from your dream! No face, but I promise I’m real.” Imagine the awkward yet enchanting possibility!
As I navigate the hilariously chaotic reality, I carry the essence of that dream within me. Who knows? Maybe the world has a knack for surprises, and perhaps that dream was a glimpse of the happiness yet to unfold.
Until then, I’ll remain the dreamy-eyed romantic, hoping for a real-life adventure as amusing and heartwarming as my subconscious can create.
With dreams that fade and hopes in uncertainty,
soni
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In the Pink
Pink, once that painted my world with joy and charm, now carries a bittersweet tale. It used to be more than a color; it was an identity. From water bottles to school lunch, bags to shoes, every facet of my life adorned in shades of pink. It was a symbol of my joy for me.
Yet, a shadow now covers over this once-beloved color, a story that unfolded about a decade ago. A simple exchange of gifts with my cousins brought a trio of hairbands into my life — one purple, one green and brown, and the third, a coveted pink. Everyone knew it, especially my cousin who, with a swift and unexpected move, claimed it as her own. A snatch, a claim, and suddenly, pink was no longer mine. In that moment, my heart sank, but I masked the hurt with a forced smile.
From that day onward, a subtle shift occurred. The color that once defined me became a shade of the past. “Black,” I would say when asked about my favorite color. And why black? I may not be able to answer this too, but this was the first color that popped up in my head.
For years, the chapter of pink remained closed, hidden beneath the layers of time. Until a few months ago, when an unexpected storm of emotions erupted. The memories, once suppressed, flooded back into my consciousness. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable urge to reclaim pink, to revisit the innocence it once held.
And so, here I am, in the present, surrounded by the very color I claimed to dislike. It’s not just about acquiring things in pink; it’s about reclaiming a part of my life, acknowledging the hurt, and allowing the healing process to begin. Life has a funny way of bringing us full circle, doesn’t it?
With pink shades of love and warmth,
soni.
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Introverted Chatterbox
There’s a silence that’s grown too comfortable lately. Not the peaceful, calming kind, but the kind that whispers loneliness in the quiet hours. I’ve often pondered the nature of talking. For the longest time, I’ve held the belief that talking is for the extroverted souls who effortlessly exercise through social interactions like professional dancers, leaving me standing awkwardly at the wall during the party.
But here’s the catch — I’ve realized that it’s not that I dislike talking; it’s more about the kind of talking I appreciate. The rich conversations about the little things that make life delightful. The simplicity of discussing random musings, exchanging thoughts and the profound with people close to my heart — that’s what I’ve craved.
In a world where everyone seems to be sprinting in the race of constant chatter, I’ve found comfort in the gentle conversations, the kind that involves sharing mundane details, discussing the complexity of a book, or simply debating the superiority of dogs over cats ( or vice versa ). I’m not the 24/7 conversation enthusiast, but when I engage, I do so with all my heart.
And when I couldn’t find someone to share these bits and pieces of life, I’ve found myself being my own conversation partner. I’ve discovered an unsung joy in talking to myself. It’s not a sign of madness, as some might presume, but a haven where I find the comfort to express thoughts and feelings that might otherwise go unnoticed.
Speaking to myself, I’ve discovered an understanding and empathy that I’ve hardly found elsewhere. It’s like having an intimate dialogue with the one person who truly comprehends the depth of my emotions, who listens to the silent whispers of my heart when words falter.
I’ve realized that talking to oneself isn’t a manifestation of loneliness; it’s a testament to the depth of self-understanding. It’s the art of giving voice to the thoughts and feelings that is within.
So, here’s to the quiet conversations, the musings shared with loved ones, and the beautiful monologues I have with myself. In this symphony of silence and chatter, I’ve found the harmony that ring within my introverted soul.
Yours in the beauty of quiet conversations,
soni
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Making a Difference: Marpu Foundation and Corporate Social Responsibility
Hi there, wonderful readers! Today we're diving into an important topic: Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR). It's okay if you have never heard of it before. I'll explain it down into simple words.
What is Corporate Social Responsibility?
CSR is like when companies decide to do good things for the world, and not just make money. It's about caring for people, the environment, and communities. So instead of only focusing on profits , companies also think about how their actions impact others.
What is Marpu Foundation?
Now, let's talk about Marpu Foundation- they're like the superheroes of CSR! They are all about making a positive impact on the world. Here's why they are the perfect partners for making the world a better place.
1. Helping people:
Marpu Foundation is all about helping those who need it the most. They believe that everyone deserves access to education, healthcare, and opportunites to succeed. So they work hard to make sure people get the support they need to excel.
2. Protecting the environment:
Our planet is pretty amazing, right? Marpu Foundation thinks so too! That's why they are passionate about protecting the environment. They come up with cool ideas to reduce waste, conserve energy, and keep our world clean and green.
3. Making a Real Difference:
Marpu Foundation don't just talk the talk- they walk the walk too (sorry for the bad joke).
But YES, they're always out there, doing stuff that actually makes a difference. Whether it's providing medical care, or planting trees, they're committed to creating positive change in the world.
Why Marpu Foundation Rocks at CSR??
So, why is Marpu Foundation an ideal partner for CSR and Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs)? Well, because they care, they act, and they get their stuff done! They make a difference, one project at a time.
But here's the best part- you can be a part of this foundation too. Whether you're a business, an individual, or just someone who cares about making the world a better place, there's a role for you to play. Together, we can create a bright future for everyone.
So, what are you waiting for? Join Marpu Foundation and let's make change together, one day at a time with the best people possible. Whether it is through supporting their projects, spreading the word, or coming up with your own ideas, every little bit helps. Together we can make the world a better place for all of us.
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