Catchword World

Today, I am proud of myself. Not because I became someone new, but because I finally understood who I have always been. Today, I am grateful to the Universe. Today, my faith in magic is stronger than ever. Not the loud kind of magic that grants wishes overnight, but the quiet kind—the kind that patiently waits until you’re ready, and then answers every question with a single moment of…

I am not really a movie-review person. I try not to judge movies too harshly, because creating a film takes the effort of so many artists, technicians, writers, actors, and countless unseen hands. But sometimes, a movie does something strange. It does not just entertain you. It quietly sits beside you, holds up a mirror, and says, “Look carefully.” That is what happened to me while watching Do…

There is a kind of fear that does not shout. It sits quietly in the background, growing louder with time. The fear of missing out. The fear of not doing enough. The fear of not becoming enough. Sometimes I wonder, am I the only one who feels this? Before I started working, life felt different. My biggest focus was becoming a better version of myself, not because of pressure, responsibility, or…

Never knew this art would weigh this much—to choose myself without guilt in my chest, to not shrink where I once begged to belong, to finally unlearn calling silence “rest.” It’s strange how courage doesn’t roar out loud, it trembles, questions, almost falls apart, yet still it whispers, “stay,” when leaving hurts—and teaches strength is a quiet kind of art. To stand for myself felt selfish at…

I learned early how to want quietly, to fold my dreams into smaller shapes so they wouldn’t disturb anyone. I called it being practical. I called it being good. But really, it was fear learning good manners. Some dreams were too loud—Paris, solitude, a life that belonged only to me. So I hid them where no one could reach, not even hope. I did everything right. Carried responsibility like…

When I look back at my school and college years, something always strikes me. I never really experienced the stereotypical “male ego” people often warn girls about. Not in my home, not among close friends. In fact, I met a few ego-driven women instead. And I watched many women quietly accept certain roles simply because society had once told them, “this is how things should be.” In those moments,…

We’ve all asked this question at least once in our lives — quietly, painfully, or curiously.It’s a question that lingers not just in love, but in friendships, at work, and even within ourselves.It isn’t always about envy; sometimes it’s about searching for meaning.Why her, and not me? Why me, and not someone else?Somewhere beneath that question lies a deeper longing — to understand who we truly…

“Why did you raise me like this, Mum?” That’s a question I’ve found myself asking quietly, painfully, lately. Not out of resentment—but out of confusion, and maybe even a little heartbreak. “Why did you raise me to always be so sure of myself when I know I’m right? To chase perfection like it was the only option? To be brutally honest, no matter what it cost?”  Because somewhere along the…

In the depths of unknown, I wander,Blinded, deafened, shattered, my inner voices broken.Unknowingly, I surrendered to their deceitful sway,When, why and how did I, myself, betray?I lost myself again in the depths of unfamiliarity,No longer driven by curiosity, nor the will to conquer.To others it may be known,I bow to those survivors, their wisdom I commend.With each passing moment, I feel…

In this candid blog post, I hunt through the logical part of my mind and share my recent experiences of self-judgment, taking others’ opinions to heart, and the overwhelming nature of overthinking. This narrative aims to provide insight into the inner workings of my mind and the challenges I have been facing. The Struggle Within: Lately, I find myself caught in a cycle of self-judgment,…

In the midst of a reunion's embrace, I find myself, unworthy of this space. Confusion, like an ocean, engulfs my soul, Yet, I struggle to pour out my confessions whole. It is the reunion where nothing feels real, But it feels like I am part of some least liked reel. Existence here is a burden, I long to escape, To a room where I'm cherished, my emotions take shape. Loneliness pervades the…

Life’s essence transcends mere completion; it thrives in the ceaseless rhythm of becoming. Life isn’t always about completing things; there is a mystery in incompleteness. Unfinished tasks, love stories, aspirations, connections, dreams, and much more— I’ve come to realize that the void we lament in our lives isn’t truly a void; rather, we are drawn to the incompleteness. What is my guilty…

Sometimes I feel like Monday, Sometimes I feel like Friday. I know that life isn’t always fair, but who cares. Sometimes I feel that life is like a river, It’s flowing for so long, working so hard, satiating the thirst of her nears and dears. Does anyone appreciate that? It’s just a duty. Isn’t it? Sometimes I feel like breaking things around me, but at least you get to do something…

I miss you.I miss your idea of reaching out to me.You are ineluctable.Do you remember that after the filibuster, we agreed that the stars were holes in the wall between us and heaven?I miss being childish with you.Why do I have to miss you every moment? It was surprising how intelligently you managed to keep everyone in your blissful world,Ay, your eyes are the great admirer just like the birds…

Beaming Face with Smiling Eyes

Smile is the best accessory you can wear, They ask me why u smile so much, What else should I do then? Should I cry, stay angry, or be upset? Wear them as my accessories? Later they end up complaining that I am a mood spoiler, mournful and cranky. Laughter, Jokes, Humor, Smiles, Never-ending chatty lines, Aching heart with a big wide smile, Fun and a pun both combined. We all grew up…