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I see my almirah in the reflection of sunlight, as if the window and the sun have decided to focus on that one corner of my room. The lights are off, and all the sunlight falls on tons of face wash, sunscreen, medicines, creams, trimmers, and everything else I have collected in the hope that one of them will finally convince me that my face is acceptable.

I was always aware of my skin and what could go wrong.

I remember being trolled in class so much that, even after graduation, it still sits on my chest with the same weight it used to.

It was another day of school assembly. My shirt was sweaty, my face was oily, the sun was right above our heads, and everyone was singing the pr

Bechain andhere

ko roshan kar sako

toh aana mashaal ban kar.

Parwana muntazir hai jugnu ka.

Khushk aankhein

ashk se tar kar sako

toh aana rumaal ban kar.

Afsana mushtahir hoga ru-ba-ru aane ka.

Be-mahak kamrey

shameem se paak se kar sako

toh aana baal khol kar.

Thikana munhasir hai teri khushboo ka.

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Is there any chance to perform better in pre boards

Just like everyone my midterm is going on

And it's pretty average, in some subject it's dammn good and in some I am doom

I got backlog in every subject

Still I am trying to catching up and In some of them I am just a little behind

In sst there had 11 chapters in midterm

And I had study till 8-9 chapter, exam gone well also

Still I have to work on it

In science I did silly mistake which will reduces marks (obviously)physics was bad a little bit bio and chemistry also

Okay,my whole paper was bad

Maths ka toh pucho hi mat ,har chapter se basic basic sum aata Bas usse zada kuch de dogey toh phat jayegi

English, hindi

Bechain khwaab bune dil

Dhundhli si yaad rakhe Dil

Waqt ko na baante dil

Hijr ko dante dil

Dus kaam kare duson adhure sau zakhm le saare poore

Khud mein na jhaake dil dusron ko thathole

Nazm ke shabdon ko na samjhe dil geet mein khud ko khole

Jaise dariye mein mann ko boye waise khud ko chupaaye

Jise koi lanchaan na lag jaaye

Woh mera dil ❤️

I’ve lived in Asansol for 16 years, and I’m done fucking pretending this frustration is baseless. This isn’t immaturity—it’s clarity that’s been building up over time.

Yes, the city gives people jobs, stability, houses—even a version of comfort. But that’s exactly where the problem begins. It wraps you in just enough security that you stop questioning anything, and before you realise it, you’re stuck.

Asansol doesn’t know what it wants to be. It hangs awkwardly between a small town and a real city, committing to neither. You either live a dull, repetitive, almost village-like life, or you try to imitate an urban lifestyle that never fully exists here.

Everything is half-done. There are m

My fan is at full speed. Its blades move fast, leaving glimpses of my face. There is no silence—the fan is noisy. I am nervous. Not first-date nervous, not confession nervous, but the kind you feel waiting outside an ICU room—the anxious knowledge that something is going to go wrong. I try to sense the room. My gestures. My anxiousness. Now the stillness, the silence—they grow louder. Gradually, the noise increases. The day nears its end. The silence becomes hard to bear. The glimpses of my face become harder to catch. Suddenly, the lights flicker subtly. Slowly, the fan stops. Sounds fall asleep. I see my eyes in the blades. Now my nose. Now my eyebrows and Now my whole face—with all the wr