My Piece for the day

I know it’s cliché, yet deeply sad—and almost absurd—how easily we forget to value what we already have. Sometimes when you look at the world, all you can see are your own deficits. In the middle of that pain and chaos, you forget the most important thing you’re holding onto: love. I think I did that too. I took you for granted, almost like a given. I forgot how incredibly lucky I was to find love on the very first try. No confusion. No baggage. No heartbreaks. No comparisons, no choosing between people. I don’t think we realise how rare one-man-one-woman love stories are—no frogs to kiss before you find your prince. Two cartoons who together are a force to reckon with. Image courtesy - ChatGPT  Don’t get me wrong, but you are not my knight in shining armour. You’d probably send me to sword lessons myself. You’re something better. An equal. Accommodating. Loving. Understanding. My life partner. My best friend. Nothing has given me more purpose than falling in love with ...

Akhil you know I can't go a long time without writing you love letter but am too lazy to visit a post office..so this one is for you... Everytime I am told I am stupid for choosing my passion, I just wanna look at you, remind myself and know we got this and will always find a way... Every time I feel alone or down, seek validation or feel the need to prove myself or my worth...I may take my time but ultimately every ride has taught me how I have my biggest champion at home. Chahe uss din wo kitchen mein bitaye 12 ghante hon ya hours spent on the most basic blog...even if noone else could see, you were the one cheering me on. Even if you were the one taking care of it all, you always ensured I knew we were a team.  At a time, when I almost felt invisible, u were the one who reminded me I mattered. Listened to my rants and then scolded me when u could not see me stay sad anymore. Even if a part of me was torn, you made sure I finally had fun at a wedding.  When I fel...

It is so much easier for the world to see what a man contributes but a woman's struggles often remain her silent bouts.  The standards are literally so low for a man, not being abusive makes them amazing. For women, standards are so high that even standing up for themselves becomes a problem. What a woman does is probably only visible to her partner and mother. Because it is the only place we can safely cry and share our perspective.  Recently we went for a dinner where I was told, in a lighter note, how lucky I was to have my husband. I would never say otherwise. I always thank God for him and noone is more aware of what he brings to the table. But, despite being his biggest champion, it suddenly dawned on me how in the seven months of my marriage I have literally seen everyone say the same thing yet I have never heard anyone say he is probably lucky to have me too.  While he remains my biggest champion and sees through every single night of my struggle, tear and strengt...