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Im missing him, like the usual but is it not right to look and check for other options? I mean, I felt bored and needed to talk to someone and he never gets the available time when Im free to talk. He is busy with work but I do love him.

The Letter Under the Rain Every evening, Aarav sat at the same little café near the river, pretending to read a book while secretly waiting for her. Her name was Meera. She always walked past the café at exactly 6:15, carrying a blue umbrella and a small bag filled with books. They had never spoken. Yet somehow, Aarav had begun to know the rhythm of her footsteps. One evening, the sky suddenly opened, and heavy rain poured down. Meera stopped beneath a tree, looking helplessly at her broken umbrella. Aarav finally found his courage.

I used to sneak into the empty lecture hall after midnight, strip naked under the projector light, and edge myself while imagining getting caught. One night a TA walked in, locked the door, and used me on the front desk until I couldn’t walk straight. I never told anyone. I still get wet thinking about how quiet I had to stay.

Love being a femboy, dressing all girly, going out with the girls.

lowkey i have a crush on this girl from my uni and the funniest part is we’ve literally never talked 😭 we just keep making eye contact like idiots. yesterday she smiled at me and bhai mera pura din wahi replay karte nikal gaya. ab samajh nhi aa raha approach karu ya delusion me hi khush rahu

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okay I need to get this off my chest there's this girl in my class and we have NEVER talked. not even once. but somehow I know her timetable, where she usually sits and even what coffee she orders 😭 before anyone calls me creepy WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME CLASSE I just don't have the guts to say hi 😭

They thought I was okay because I smiled. I still remember those days when I would wake up, get ready, talk to people, laugh at jokes, and act like everything was normal. Nobody really knew what was happening inside my head. I would sit with my friends and laugh until my stomach hurt. Then I would come home, close my bedroom door, and suddenly feel completely empty. It was strange. How could someone laugh so much during the day and feel so lost at night? I never told anyone. Not because I didn't want help. I just didn't know how to explain what I was feeling. Whenever someone asked, “Are you okay?” I would automatically say, “Yeah, I'm fine.” Two simple words. “I’m fine.” Sometimes, those words were the biggest lie I had ever told. I started realizing that people don't always see the battles you're fighting. They see your photos. They see your smile. They see you going to work, going to school, meeting friends, posting stories, and living your life. But they don't see the nights when you can't sleep because your mind won't stop thinking. They don't see the messages you type but never send. They don't see how many times you tell yourself, “Tomorrow will be better.” And then tomorrow comes… And you still feel the same. For a long time, I thought being strong meant handling everything alone. So I stayed quiet. I convinced myself that my problems weren't important enough to talk about. I compared my life to everyone else's and wondered why everyone seemed to be moving forward while I felt stuck in the same place. Then one day, something changed. I realized I didn't have to pretend anymore. I didn't have to smile when I wanted to cry. I didn't have to say “I'm fine” when I wasn't. And I didn't have to have everything figured out. So I started taking things one day at a time. Some days were good. Some days weren't. But slowly, I started feeling like myself again. I learned that healing doesn't always look beautiful. Sometimes healing looks like getting out of bed when you don't want to. Sometimes it looks like walking away from people who hurt you. Sometimes it looks like saying no. Sometimes it looks like asking for help. And sometimes… It simply looks like surviving another difficult day. Today, I still have bad days. But I don't hate myself for having them anymore. I've learned that being human means falling apart sometimes. It means feeling lost. It means starting over. And it means understanding that your current chapter isn't your whole story. So if you're reading this and secretly struggling while telling everyone you're okay… Please remember this: You don't have to pretend to be strong every day. You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to feel. You are allowed to start again. And most importantly… You are not behind. You're just becoming the person you're meant to be. One day at a time.

my roommate snores so loudly that I've started sleeping with earphones. Bro is conducting an earthquake drill every night.

I have been telling everyone ki I don't want a relationship and I'm focusing on myself. Reality: ek particular person ka online dekhne ke liye WhatsApp kholti hu 20 baar din me. self growth chal rahi hai guys 👍

I came to IIT thinking meri life set ho jayegi. 2 saal baad GPA bhi fucked hai, sleep schedule bhi fucked hai aur jis bande ke liye raat ke 3 baje tak jagti hu usko ye bhi nahi pata I like him.

Shristi from Ramanujan College she is the real f**king b*tch samne se dost banti hai but reality me ek number ki dogli hai 💀 samne itna sweet banegi jaise best friend ho aur piche tumhari hi burai karegi. literally never met someone this fake.

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Office party ke baad almost sab nikal gaye the. Main conference room mein baitha tha laptop band karne. Tabhi meri team lead aayi. Door band kiya usne. Main socha koi kaam hoga. Woh seedha mere paas aayi, mera collar pakda aur itna zor se kiss kiya ki main thoda peeche hat gaya. Soft bilkul nahi tha. Full hard, messy, jaise control nahi kar paayi. Uske lips mere pe dab rahe the, tongue bhi. Mera lower lip toh usne lightly kaat bhi liya beech mein. Main bhi usko wall pe thoda dhakka deke wapas hard kiss karne laga. Dono ke saans phool gaye the. Uske lipstick pure mere muh pe lag gaye the. Phir achanak usne chhod diya aur bola, “Yeh kisi ko mat batana, warna dono fasenge.” Phir nikal gayi.

Maine kabhi kisi ko nahi bataya… Par last year, raat ke almost 1:30 baje, main terrace pe cigarette pine gaya tha. Neeche parking side se aawaz aa rahi thi. Pehle laga koi kutte ka jhagda hai, lekin jab main edge pe jaake dekha toh… Society ka guard, wahi jo hamesha gate pe baitha rehta hai, meri neighbour aunty ke saath khada tha. Un dono ke beech kuch serious baat ho rahi thi. Aunty ka face bilkul pale tha, jaise kisi ne usko dhamki de di ho. Guard uske haath se kuch paper ya envelope le raha tha, phir usne apni pocket mein rakh liya. Aunty ne uska haath pakda aur kuch kaha, lekin guard ne uska haath jhatak diya. Phir dono chupke se alag ho gaye. Guard apni cabin mein chala gaya, aunty apne flat ki taraf. Main wahan paththar ban ke khada raha. Dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske baad se main un dono ko alag nazar se dekhta hoon. Kabhi-kabhi guard aunty ke flat ke paas der tak ghumta rehta hai. Kabhi aunty usko gate pe khade karke kuch deti hai, lekin jaldi se. Maine aaj tak kisi ko nahi bataya. Na apne ghar walon ko, na kisi dost ko.