Maybe Unique

There comes a point in life when you realise you’ve been holding onto something without even noticing it—waiting for someone to acknowledge the hurt they caused, to admit they were wrong, to give you the apology you believed would finally let you breathe again. I spent a long time waiting for mine.  I replayed conversations in my head, imagined confrontations that never happened, and held onto this quiet hope that one day they would finally understand the weight of their actions. At the time, it felt right to wait, as if their apology was the missing piece that would make everything settle. But the longer I waited, the more I realised I was expecting something from someone who wasn’t capable of giving it little bit apology. Some people simply don’t apologise—not because you don’t deserve it, but because they lack the emotional maturity to confront their own behaviour. Some don’t recognise the damage they caused, some refuse to take responsibility, and some know exactly what they di...

Hey everyone, We often imagine healing as something soft, peaceful, and beautifully arranged. We picture calm mornings, sunlight flowing through a window, steady breaths, yoga poses, journals filled with gratitude, and a mind that feels balanced. And yes, sometimes healing has moments that look like that. But most of the time, healing shows up in ways that are far from the image we see online. The truth is simple: healing doesn’t always look beautiful. “Healing is not what you see on the surface. It’s what you survive beneath it.” The raw parts of healing are rarely spoken about. These are the moments that are not photographed, shared, or celebrated. They are the nights when you’re awake at 3 a.m., overthinking everything you thought you had already moved past. They are the mornings when you pull yourself out of bed despite feeling emotionally heavy. They are the days when you still show up for work, for life, and for yourself—quietly choosing to keep going even when it feels diffic...

  "Some stories don’t end — they just stop mid-sentence and keep echoing inside us." Some people leave us mid-sentence, mid-argument, or mid-smile. And in those small, unexpected moments of ending, a strange silence begins — not the kind that’s empty, but the kind that carries the weight of everything left unsaid makes up unhappy. It hums quietly in the background of our days, following us like a shadow we can’t shake off. It’s not always the dramatic goodbyes that hurt the most. Sometimes, it’s the conversations we never got to finish — the ones interrupted by ego, by time, or by fate. The words that stayed in your throat, the messages that ended on “typing…,” the calls that went unanswered. They linger in the corners of your mind, asking questions that will never find their replies. You keep wondering what could’ve happened if you had one more moment — just one more chance to explain, to apologize, or to simply say, “I’m still here.” But life doesn’t always allow closur...

Hey everyone, Welcome to my new blog - There’s a strange kind of silence that follows when someone leaves. Not the heavy, dramatic silence you see in movies — but the soft kind, the one that hums quietly in the background of your days. It’s in the room was filled with the laughter of smiles, the shuffle of slippers in the hallway, the faint echo of voices that you swear you still hear sometimes. You don’t always miss people through photos or words; sometimes, you miss them through habits — tiny, ordinary things that used to fill the corners of your life and your heart. When someone you love becomes part of your everyday rhythm, their presence seeps into everything. It’s in how they light up your day, in how they left the music playing just a little too loud, in the way they walk funny or left the door slightly open. And when they go — whether by distance, time, or fate — it’s these small, familiar details that ache the most. I remember a time when life felt impossible without a certain...

  By Anjali They say first impressions aren’t everything—but to me, they mean a lot. I’ve always believed that showing up with purpose is important. Whether it's in how I dress, the energy I bring into a space, or the way I speak—it's never about being perfect. It's about being intentional and meaningful . 🌸 Creating Calm Through Presence I’ve always been mindful of how I carry myself in the world. I like to come across as approachable and emotionally aware . I naturally seek harmony—not just in relationships, but in how I move through life and contribute to the world around me. I put genuine effort into how I look—not out of vanity, but because aesthetic matters to me . I pay attention to colours, symmetry, and personal style because I believe they reflect how we feel on the inside. When I walk into a room, I want to create a space that feels calm and welcoming—not overwhelming. It’s part of my inner diplomacy—I like things to feel right . 🔥 Confidence wi...

Half the year has slipped by, and yet it feels like I’ve lived through so much more than just six months. This feeling—of being utterly drained—echoes what so many experience after endless listening, working, understanding, and simply trying to keep up. Sometimes, it feels like I have nothing left to give, like I’m running on empty even when there’s plenty left on my to-do list. Lately, even the things I used to love—watching my favorite shows, drawing, or journaling—bring no relief. Typing all day for work makes writing in my journal feel more like a chore than a comfort. I find myself scrolling endlessly through Instagram, unable to look away from my phone, only to realize five minutes later that nothing has really changed. There’s no motivation for new experiences, exercise, or even the hobbies I usually crave. Now, I find myself sitting by the window, watching the world outside and overthinking everything—especially the things I’ve never done. The exhaustion from binge-watching ser...

We always imagine something we don’t have in our lives but always forget what we actually have, and here I am, Anjali, again with you.  Today, my blog is kind of inspired by the lives lost through so many incidents nearby. We live in a world where the grass always seems greener on the other side. It’s easy to get caught up in daydreams about the things we don’t have—a better job, a bigger house, more friends, or even just a different life altogether. Social media feeds this longing, showing us curated snapshots of other people’s “perfect” lives, making it harder to appreciate what’s right in front of us. But what if the real treasure isn’t in what we lack but in what we already possess? The Trap of “If Only” Thinking Many of us fall into the habit of “if only” thinking. If only I had more money, if only I looked different, if only my parents understood me better, then I’d be happy. This mindset keeps us in a constant state of dissatisfaction, always reaching for something just ...