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"My eyelids are heavy. It's brully.. aww it's blully... I can't even roll my tongue! Ahh… it's all blurry and dark and grey, I think. I don't know what else I am feeling." "What do you mean by dark or grey? You are in front of your computer screen and that's not even in dark theme. Are you all right?" "Don't you see I'm working on something? How dare you ask me if I've lost my mind!" "Oh Lord, I didn't ask that… let it go. Do you want a cup of coffee?" "Why the heck would you act as if you care for me? And clearly you are not. I have lost count of the times I've said I won't have anything after my eating window is closed." "Intermittent fasting is driving you crazy." "You are jealous of me. Clearly, being known. Damn! I can't even blink. My eyelids are heavy. What if my neck falls apart? This pain is calling death. I totally feel each and every strand of my hair hurti...

Social media is very powerful. It is impactful, significantly influential, but no doubt it can encase you and slowly pull you deep inside its soul . The concept of doom scrolling probably began with the rapid advancement of social media. I lately am using Instagram far too much, and I had to set a time limit reminder for myself. (Instagram designers already knew this weakness of ours, and they cleverly gave us an option to remind us to close the app. Genius fellas!!) But for the last few days, it's been irritating. People are going absolutely crazy with the AI trends. They are picturing themselves through Gemini AI. This is not new, people keep following some not-so-cool trends very often. But this time, it is the 'Mini creature with tiny stature' and the 'lady in red transparent saree' that is filling up everybody's stories. And honestly, I really can't understand the point of interest behind this. According to me, 'Just doing what others do' is th...

I miss those days when we looked at wedding albums for pastime in relatives’ homes. Even after 5–6 years, the marriage still felt 'new', and people would proudly pull out albums to show. I might sound old and boring, but I hate some of these technological "advancements". (Of course, without them I wouldn’t be writing blogs, never mind!) Now we look at the pictures—oh sorry, reels—on our smartphones. And those never give the natural feel. Over-saturation, extreme color grading, the staged shots—they make everything artificial and unpleasant. Honestly, recent wedding albums feel less like memories and more like catalogues advertising clothes, jewelry, decorations, and makeup. My parents' wedding album is kept at my grandma's place, and whenever I'm there, I never miss the chance to see it. Every time I look at those same old pictures, I'm not bored. They entertain me in a way that's hard to describe. I revisited them last week, and this time it felt...

Let’s imagine we’re playing Name-Place-Animal-Thing . If the letter is "W", no doubt I’ll write "Window" under Place . I’m very sure I won’t write "Window" under Thing but under Place . And we might end up arguing—“Window is not a place!”—and I won’t get a point, while you will, making it 1–0. But I won’t mind. Windows have always been a place to me. A place where I can live, where I can fall asleep, where I’m the most productive version of myself, where my creative juices flow, where I can eat, where I sip my tea and spill some tea if I’ve friends around, where I can laugh, cry, sob, giggle, rant, and write! I’ve always adored windows. Windows have a life in my life. A window is a character in my story. I’m writing this sitting by the window, and now I realize—I’ve always written sitting by the window. I can’t find a single piece of my writing where I’ve placed myself anywhere else. Even as a child, I could sit by the window and entertain myself. No fa...