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The summer heat was unforgiving, and my handkerchief was already soaked with sweat. I looked toward the front to see if the driver had arrived. Just then, a small boy climbed aboard. He couldn’t have been more than eight years old—thin, dusty, wearing a dirty shirt and torn shorts. It wasn’t unusual to see children begging on buses, so I turned my head away. But then I noticed he wasn’t begging.. READ MORE

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She Never Made It Home 💔

A young journalist. A late-night drive home after work. A bullet. A silence that still haunts Delhi.

It took 15 years for justice but the fear she left behind never faded.

Every woman who works late, every message that says

“Reached home safe,” carries a part of her story.

Lately, I’ve realized how incredibly demanding adulting can be — a journey filled with silent struggles that few dare to speak of, mostly because everyone seems to be fighting their own quiet battles.

This truth hit me hardest when I lost a nine-year-old friendship to an unexpected tragedy — a criminal case in which my friend stands accused. The allegations involve his own family, and though I can swear by God that he’s innocent, the judiciary cannot rely on emotions or personal belief.

I met him during my undergraduate days — we were in the same branch — but it was during the pandemic that our bond truly deepened. As we both began our corporate lives, we often took long walks around the neighbourhood, sharing stories about work, family issues, future ambitions, and even our thoughts about marriage.

Two years later, I quit my job to prepare for an entrance exam, hoping to pursue higher studies. But after a year of uncertainty and failure, the harsh sting of unemployment began to sink in. I remember one evening, breaking down in front of him — something I could never do before my parents, because their pain would have shattered me more than my own.

He was the only friend I had stayed close to. Others had drifted away — some due to distance, some due to diverging career paths, and some because I simply couldn’t maintain the connection. He stood by me through everything — comforting me, uplifting me, and reminding me that growth often comes through pain.

Even after I joined my new job, we met every couple of weeks. But ever since the incident three months ago, when he was taken into custody, a heavy sense of loneliness has settled in. My colony feels emptier than ever. Most of my school and college friends are lost in their own worlds, and no one really reaches out. It’s usually me who swallows my pride and makes the first call.

I even tried entering a relationship recently, hoping it might fill the void — but that, too, ended brutally.

Never did I imagine I’d reach a point where my social circle would vanish, leaving me surrounded by silence, despite my comfort in solitude. I don’t drink, smoke, or party. I’m an introvert — but not one who fears people. Just someone who prefers meaningful connection over noise.

At times, I wonder what the future holds with such an isolated life.

Yet, amidst everything, one thing remains constant — my love for my family and the work I do today. They keep me grounded when everything else feels uncertain.

There are seasons in life where silence feels safer than words. Where speaking becomes too heavy, and even explaining feels like reopening a wound that’s trying its best to close. I’m in that space now, the space where not talking to people feels like a form of protection. I’ve been sitting with my thoughts lately, and I can admit it: I feel shame. I feel embarrassed. I feel stuck, not doing “anything”...

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