There's death and then there's the first morning after the funeral of someone you loved.

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Death: If I were to enter your life... how would you receive me?

Me: Like two lovers reuniting after a decade of longing—no fear, only familiarity.

Death: You love me that deeply?

Me: Deeper than words, deeper than pain. I have waited for you like the moon waits for the tide.

Death: ...silent.

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Some heads don't bow—not because they're proud, but because they haven't just seen the world; they've understood it.

And after you understand the world pride becomes non negotiable.

Understanding, Unbent, Unshaken, Unbothered

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There's a kind of silence in people's eyes when they've been through too much.
I always notice it.
Even if they're laughing .

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I’ve lost friends I’ve known for over twenty years… & I still can’t find the strength to fully process it. It’s as if death has silently stitched itself into my everyday life — always present, always waiting.

Imagine parents embracing their children at the airport, whispering, “Travel safe, my love.” Just minutes later… they receive the news that the flight has vanished from the sky. Gone.

There are no words for the kind of heartbreak that follows. Just silence, disbelief, and a pain that never quite leaves.

Life is unbearably fragile. So are we.

#AirIndia #PlaneCrash

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Staring at unpaid bills, drowning in debt, suffocated by hopelessness, and haunted by thoughts no one should battle alone—every morning feels like a war, and every night, a surrender.

It’s staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, wondering if tomorrow is worth it. But even in the darkest moments, a flicker of tomorrow remains.

Maybe broken, maybe exhausted, but still here.

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Dear Vyom,

Your father was not a coward. He was not only a devoted son and a loyal friend but would have also been an exceptional father.

Always hold on to his final words for you:

"I can sacrifice 100 sons like you for my father. I can sacrifice 1000 of me for you."

#JusticeforAtulSubhash

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"Growth has decelerated but there is no slump..."

~ N Sitharaman

Meaning patient is dying but he is not ill. 😅😂

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#Ineffable

He calls the smoke from cigarette a cloud,
Labels his broken heart a poem aloud.

What pierces his eyes like shattered glass,
He wraps in words, letting the sorrow pass.

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सिगरेट के धुएं को बादल कहता है वो,
दुनिया में खुद को पागल कहता है वो..

आँखों में जो चुभती है किरच की तरह,
उस टूटे हुए दिल को ग़ज़ल कहता है वो..

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