ANTICIPATED GENERATION

We live in a society where a girl is often expected to accept whatever her family decides for her. If her parents say, “You must marry him,” she is supposed to agree no questions asked. One day, I asked my girlfriend, “What are the things you face being a girl in this society?” She took a deep breath and said something that really made me think. “I don’t feel free. I might look like an independent, working girl living in a city away from home but I’m not free. My father calls me every day and asks, ‘Have you left for the office?’ or ‘Are you at your room right now?’ For the world, I’m independent. But in reality, I still need permission for everything. My parents always ask, ‘Where are you?’ or ‘Why are you there?’ even though I’ve proved that I can manage my life on my own.” She continued, “My brother and I both live away from home, but my parents only question me not him. They don’t ask how I’m surviving here, whether I’m fine or not. They just...

There’s a kind of pain that doesn’t show in bruises or scars, it lives quietly inside you, where only your heart can feel it. It’s the pain of loving someone who’s slowly letting go while you’re still holding on, still hoping things will work, still believing that love is enough to fix everything. At first, you keep telling yourself that this is just a phase. You believe that if you stay kind, if you show patience, if you cry less and love more, maybe, just maybe, they’ll start to care again. But slowly, you realize that no matter how much love you pour in, the other person has stopped trying. They don’t want to talk. They don’t want to meet. They don’t want to save what’s breaking. And yet, when they see your tears, they say soft things like “Don’t cry, I’ll talk to you”  little words that give you momentary hope. You believe again. You wait again. You hurt again. It’s a painful cycle that drains your soul a little more each time. ...

In the past few years, everyone seems to have come across reels and videos of Premanand Ji Maharaj. a saint whose simplicity, honesty, and deep knowledge touch countless hearts. There’s something divine about him, something that makes you feel he’s not just a teacher but a living embodiment of purity. I’ve always believed in God. Many things in life have made me realize that God truly lives in our faith. When He calls you, you’ll go even if it means walking the distance. I’ve visited many temples before, but I never imagined I would go to Vrindavan. That changed one random evening. A friend of mine had just won some money in a game. While we were chatting, he suddenly said, “Let’s visit Vrindavan once.” We were already talking about Premanand Ji Maharaj, and somehow that conversation filled the air with excitement and devotion. Another friend said, “It’s Holi month let’s go tomorrow.” I wasn’t planning to, but deep down, something in my heart whispered, “You need to g...

Trust is the foundation of every relationship. Everything stands on it, love, loyalty, peace. Once it breaks, it’s almost impossible to rebuild. People often say that trust can be regained with time, but the truth is, once shattered, it never feels the same again. Sometimes, one realizes this too late after giving someone another chance, believing they’ve changed, believing they won’t repeat the same mistakes. But often, those promises come with excuses: “I don’t know why I did that. I’m not the same person now. Believe me, I’ve changed.” Out of love, people forgive. They try to rebuild what’s already broken, hoping things will return to normal. But the reality is harsh. After betrayal, even a simple word can spark doubt. Every message, every outing, every small delay feels suspicious. The mind keeps whispering, “What if it’s happening again?” A lie from someone you love can change everything. Once trust is gone, even honesty fee...

Today I’m here to share some of my childhood memories.I have been missing those days so much. As you know, I come from a small village. I don’t even remember how I made friends back then or how we met, but I still remember the happiness we shared. It all started in our street. I had 3 or 4 close friends at that time. We used to play every game together, and the first one we loved was Hide and Seek. I remember I didn’t like school much back then. All I wanted to do was play. Many times, I left home pretending to go to school, but instead, I hid somewhere in the street or in an empty place nearby. Honestly, I don’t even remember how many days I actually attended school, but believe me, that number is really low. From 1st to 5th class, I was hardly regular. My interest was always in games, even though I wasn’t great at most of them except a few. Hide and Seek was my favorite. Every evening around 6 PM, all of us would gather to play. It was so much fun. Our colony...

When you truly want someone, you try your best to make things work but sometimes, no matter how hard you try, nothing goes well. Giving up isn’t weakness; it takes real courage. Because when you care deeply for someone who keeps ignoring you, it hurts in ways words can’t describe. When you stop mattering to them, they’ll show it again and again through silence, distance, and indifference. You’ll keep compromising, hoping things will get better. You’ll chase conversations that used to flow 24x7 but now feel forced. She’ll give you that cold, ignoring vibe, yet you’ll still try to stay close… again and again. And then one day, after trying a thousand times, your heart will whisper  “If the other person isn’t putting in any effort, there’s nothing left you can do to keep this relationship alive.” That’s when you’ll realize maybe it’s time to quit. It takes immense strength to walk away from someone you love. You’ll want to treat...

A man is different from any living thing in this world. He can carry thousands of pains inside him, yet whenever you call him in your low moments, he will be there for you. A true man supports you no matter what you are going through. Sometimes, before you called, maybe he was crying himself but still, he will understand you, crack a joke, and make you feel lighter. A real man never lets you see his pain. I am writing this with cold hands and a broken feeling. Recently, I joined a company in Chennai, India. Being from Rajasthan, it is very difficult for me to survive here because of the language barrier. Most of the time, I sit in my room, lost in thoughts about my personal life. Last week, our team lead changed, and a new guy joined. I had seen him before during night shifts but never spoke to him because he led another team back then. This new team lead is about 6 feet tall, with a bold beard and maybe around 28 years old. Everyone says he’s an alc...

  There are many things in life that I can’t easily share with anyone. Some experiences feel too heavy to put into words, yet they shape who we are. After my job at Concentrix, I returned to my village and started searching for a new job. I thought it would be easier this time since I had some experience, but the reality hit me hard. The job market wasn’t what I imagined. It feels strange: when you already have a job, opportunities seem to surround you. But the moment you start actively searching, it feels like there’s nothing out there. I created profiles on every job portal, applied everywhere, and answered countless calls from HRs. I cleared first rounds in many companies, but somehow, the second round was never scheduled. No callbacks, no updates. Just silence. This was the lowest point of my life. My family had seen my worth after my previous job, and they expected me to get something better soon. Their repeated question“When will you get a job?” we...

Being an adult is tough, it comes with endless expenses. When I was 15–16, I hardly had any expenses. My friends used to take ₹10–50 from home for snacks, but I was the one who never asked my family for money. Even as a kid, I never felt like asking. While my circle was busy eating samosas and chips , I was busy sneaking cigarettes from my father’s cupboard. My father was a smoker, and since he worked abroad, he used to bring back different brands of cigarettes. That smell hit me hard. And that’s how it began, my so-called cool habit. I would steal one, climb to the roof, and smoke at night. At that time, I didn’t even understand the taste. It was just the idea of doing something “grown-up.” Later, I also tried drinking the same way, by stealing. But back then, it was once a year kind of thing. The Turning Point When I was about 18, something changed. There was a guy, my elder brother’s friend. We had a small fight earlier, but later things cooled...