We never meant to hurt anyone.
All we ever wanted was a little light, a little peace.
But life kept testing us, one storm after another.
Still, we hold on to hope that one day everything will finally change.
Not perfectly, just peacefully.

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Oh, to travel the world.
To leave it all behind, every worry, every weight, and just go.
To lose myself in new places, new skies, new dreams.
That is all my heart has ever wanted.
That is all it has ever needed.

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I hope my people understand that I genuinely hate hurting him.
But sometimes, I can't control what I say. Often, the words I use are the same ones that were used against me, and somehow they end up causing even more pain.
I truly feel awful about it, but at the same time, those words were said as a way to protect myself, because I was hurt too, especially when you said the exact same things to me.

It feels like my feelings are invisible, while only my words and reactions are noticed.
I hate hurting you, but I also hate being hurt.

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I stayed silent when their words hurt me, but when I repeated those same words, they couldn’t bear it. If the words were wrong, why speak them at all? Funny how my pain was judged, but theirs is justified.

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I wish I had a different home,
Where love felt warm, not cold as stone.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born,
To spare myself this silent scorn.

They say they're good — and maybe so,
But not to me, and they don’t know
The pain I’ve felt, the tears I've cried,
The endless nights I've hurt and lied.

They blame me for the things they do,
Then act like all their lies are true.
They twist my words, they guilt my name,
And every time, I take the blame.

If raising me felt like a chore,
If dreams and needs were such a bore,
Why bring me here, just to regret
A child whose hopes you quickly forget?

I never asked for riches, fame,
Just love that doesn’t come with shame.
But when I scream or stand up tall,
I’m the monster, I’m the fall.

So here I am, with voice unheard,
A soul that's bruised, a heart deterred.
But deep within, I still believe,
One day, this pain I’ll truly leave.

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I always stand by my people
fierce in feeling, quiet in distance
If you hurt them, I won’t meet your eyes
won’t offer words, just silence

But oh, how it aches
when the ones I hold close
don’t hold me the same
When I’m bruised by someone’s voice
and they still speak to them with ease

I don’t ask for battles to be fought
or ties to be cut in my name
just a little care
would’ve softened the pain

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They say I have an ego just because I speak up.
But the truth is, I just stand up for myself, and that’s not a crime.
They say everything always has to go my way,
but if only they knew, nothing ever really does.
They do whatever they want, make all the choices,
yet somehow, it’s always my voice that gets noticed,
my words that are called loud.
Funny, isn’t it? How standing up for yourself becomes a flaw in their story.

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The saddest and hardest part is realizing that after talking to your best friend after many years, they are not the same anymore.

I mean, I know people change, and change is good, but it still feels unexpected.

Instead, they feel distant. Different. Not wrong, not bad, just not yours anymore.

After so many years, finally talking to them and realizing they have changed completely and no longer fit into your life is heartbreaking.

And deep down, you might wish that not talking to them had preserved the way you once saw them.

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I always put in effort, even for the smallest things,
For people, for moments, for everything that matters.
Yet, when I look around, I see nothing in return,
Not even the slightest effort from those I care for.

And when I speak of it, they turn the blame on me,
As if expecting something in return is a mistake.
Why am I always taken for granted?
Why does my presence feel too easy to ignore?

Perhaps, I should not be so easily available.
Perhaps, I should learn to step back.
Not because I seek revenge,
But because I deserve the same effort I give.

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I have been a huge fan of Dhoni and Virat since the very beginning.

When Dhoni retired, it was hard to accept that he wouldn’t be playing anymore. I couldn’t imagine watching matches without him. Even though I love seeing Virat play, it was tough to watch cricket without Dhoni.

With time, I learned to watch cricket without Dhoni, but I still find it difficult sometimes. I haven’t completely gotten used to it, and I still wonder what he would do in crucial moments.

Now, with Virat’s retirement nearing soon (hopefully not soon), I fear that, just like with Dhoni, I will have to get used to not seeing him on the field. But I know it won’t be easy.

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