Unwritten stories

There is an underlying feeling. A feeling to break free. To make the kind of money her bloodline has never seen. To stand out from the world—not by being loud, but by being real. To live a life full of love, peace, passion, and purpose. To finally chase her wildest dreams. To explore the world, meet new people, share love-soaked experiences, To be fire. Sounds too crazy for a girl living in Pune, right? A girl from a middle-class family, where people live in a box and call it tradition. Where starting a business is seen as a luxury only for people with “connections.” Where choosing a private college is a risk. Where girls are taught to be careful, not courageous. Where safety is always chosen over soul. But I know this isn’t just my story. It’s the silent truth of so many ambitious girls of this generation. Girls who feel deeply. Who want to be seen. Who want to lead, inspire, build, and rise. Girls who were never taught about finances, but still whisper the dream: “I’ll be financially...

  Life is Crochet 🧵 Recently I picked up this hobby of doing crochet. And while learning the steps and loops, I realized something: Life is a lot like crochet. At one moment, it feels like you’ve got it all together— Every stitch falling perfectly in place. You’re in rhythm. In flow. Aligned. Then suddenly, there’s this one tangle in the thread. And just like that, everything feels off. That one little knot can make you question if you’re even good at it, If it’s even worth it, If you should just leave the project unfinished. Sound familiar? Isn’t it funny how life is the same? You're moving forward, you’re glowing, healing, growing. Then boom— A little thread named insecurity , A comment from someone who doesn't even know your soul, A moment of doubt, A ghost from the past... And suddenly, the progress doesn’t feel good enough. Suddenly, you want to give up. But here's the thing about crochet—and life: You don’t throw away the whole piece just becau...

29/05/25 In a world that emphasizes love, respect, and kindness in relationships—with others and ourselves—there’s one sacred value we often overlook: forgiveness . Forgiving yourself can feel scary. Your mind may confuse it with “letting them off the hook” or “forgetting what happened.” But here’s the truth: Holding on only drains your power. You don’t owe it to your past. You owe it to your future. Here are 10 things I’ve finally forgiven myself for: For silencing my voice when I should’ve spoken up. For giving love to the wrong people and places. For holding on to love that hurt my mental peace. For people-pleasing just to feel accepted. For hurting others—and myself—knowingly or not. For abandoning my own needs and values to feel “enough.” For staying in places where my kindness was taken for weakness. For trying too hard to be “the good girl.” For letting destiny take the wheel instead of owning my power. For begging for love, when I was always ...

  This one’s close to my heart. I know what it feels like to hurt—to feel helpless, confused, and alone. I’ve been there, and if you are too… this is for you. Here are 10 gentle truths I wish someone whispered to me when I was breaking: 1. It’s okay to cry. Crying doesn’t make you weak—it helps you release. 2. Whatever you're feeling is valid. There’s no such thing as "too sensitive" or "overreacting." Your emotions matter. 3. Stop seeking external validation. What others think is a reflection of them —not of your worth. 4. It’s okay if you don’t have everything figured out. Life unfolds in layers. Trust that clarity will come. 5. You have more silent admirers than you know. Some people are watching, learning, and being inspired by you quietly. 6. Trust the process. You’re not behind—you’re right on time. 7. You are already complete. You don’t need fixing—you just need healing. 8. You owe yourself love, kindness, and appreciation. Be as gentle...

 Hey you… yes, you , my love. You were so good. Just as you were. You were a pure soul—with rebellion in your spirit and fire in your heart. You had the courage to do what no one else dared to do. You stood up for yourself. You showed emotional maturity far beyond your years. You fought for your rights. You endured punishments no child deserved. And yet, you still gave love. But if I’m being honest… The only thing you did “wrong” was this— You searched for love, when you were supposed to be it. You didn’t know it then, but you were overflowing with divine love and abundance. But instead of pouring that love into you , you kept filling other people’s cups—your parents, your friends, your teachers, your crushes. You gave so much… and I just want to take a moment to validate you for that. You are the embodiment of love, power, and confidence. You always were. I still remember your wild dreams—to earn millions, to be seen, to inspire others, to walk into a room with magnet...

 Sometimes I wonder—what is it about the past that keeps people stuck? Is it the “what ifs”? The romanticized memories? Or the pain that never really had a safe space to be felt? Either way, here’s the truth: You are not a victim of your past. Your past doesn't even exist anymore—except as a mental loop your brain replays for a sense of comfort, nostalgia, or a dopamine hit. Meanwhile, life is happening now . This present moment is divine, sacred, and 100% yours. No shame, no guilt. Just choice . You can either cry about why things didn’t go your way—or get up and build a way. Now, I’d be lying if I said I never did this. I used to fake entire scenarios in my mind just to fall asleep at night. I blamed others for how things turned out instead of taking ownership. I was stuck in that loop too—but here’s what changed: I realized that mindset wasn’t serving my future. So I shifted. Here’s how I turned my pain into purpose: Picked up a hobby – something soulful that gave m...