From the moment a child is born, parents unknowingly begin to project dreams onto their tiny shoulders.“She’ll become a doctor like her mother.”“He’s got my temperament—he’ll do great in business.”“He has to succeed where I couldn’t.”But slowly, quietly, a truth unfolds:Your child is not a continuation of your story.They...
The classroom was empty now. Dusty blackboards, faded charts, and desks covered with the scratches of countless restless hands.In the corner of the old cupboard, wrapped in tissue, lay a tiny chalk stick. White, worn down, almost finished. To anyone else, it was useless. But to Mrs. Kapoor, it...
Every soul takes birth with a purpose—a reason that goes beyond what our eyes can see and our minds can imagine. But in the flow of life, we often get carried away. We laugh, we celebrate, we chase dreams, we get lost in little pleasures, and somewhere along the...
Every morning, he walked to school with a bag on his shoulders.From a distance, it looked like every other child’s bag—full of books, notebooks, and pencils. But if you looked closer, you would see that his bag was heavier… much heavier than it should have been.Inside were not just...
Let them discover how the world works in their own little ways.
When we give them the freedom to make small, safe choices in the warmth of our love,
they begin to trust the voice inside them.
And in that gentle trust, the first seeds of confidence take root—
growing into the wings that will one day carry them far.
The other day, I was at a bookstore.A soft joy —surrounded by shelves filled with forgotten friends,the scent of ink and stories lingering in the air,the soft rustle of pages waiting to be held.But the aisles stood empty.No curious eyes, no eager hands.Just silence.Beautiful… but lonely.There was a time...
One day, they tied their own shoelacesand we smiled proudly.Another day, they said, “I’ll go alone”and something tugged inside us.They grew taller,quieter,more distant…yet we kept seeing the child they once were.We fed them, taught them, protected them —and now, we watch them make choices we don’t always understand.Sometimes they...
We all carry something.A memory we rarely speak of.A wound we hide behind laughter.A version of ourselves we’ve quietly outgrown.Some of us carry heartbreaks wrapped in silence.Some… regrets that visit before sleep.And some carry the heavy weightof being misunderstood for far too long.No one walks through life unscarred.No one...
She was tired.Tired of shrinking herself to fit someone else's comfort.Tired of being understood only in parts — never whole.She had spent years apologizing for her emotions,editing her words,dimming her shineso others wouldn’t feel insecure around her light.She stayed in places where she was barely seen.She gave chances no...
Before life quietly turns its page and the universe decides to set two souls apart, it offers them one last chance
