imvihh

there was a little girl who got excited for her first day of school.

new bag, school supplies, uniform...

I still remember walking into pre-kg for the first time.

I was wearing my favorite black dress with glittering shells on it.

even on the very first day, I got bullied lol.

but I wasn’t even upset. I was just like, “why would I be?”

those kids were clearly dealing with something within themselves.

after that, one by one, people kept hurting me. but I was too unaware to even realize what was happening around me.

I was the kind of person who only cared about my schedules, routines, and my own little world.

thank God I never paid too much attention to all that hatred.

sometimes I still wonder why kids disliked me back then.

I don’t know what I ever did wrong.

but there was this one girl who genuinely liked me and wanted to stay with me... until suddenly someone showed up and forcefully took her away.

maybe it was just immaturity.

now all those kids are grown up — chasing careers, choices, and their own lives.

when we meet now, we ask each other about life and well-being like normal people.

it’s funny how the same kids who once made a fuss over nothing eventually matured.

BUT...

some people still haven’t grown out of that mindset.

and honestly, it’s painful... but also a little interesting to watch.

once again, people hating me for absolutely no reason.

and suddenly, I feel like that little girl again — confused, standing there, wondering why people dislike her so much.

sighs...

I first heard about this when I was at my friend's house. She and her mother were talking about it.

The sound of anklets…

The traveling of an unknown being while everyone is asleep.

They said that when two Devi temples exist close to each other, the Devi of one temple travels to the other during the night.

I heard a similar story from one of our natives.

When he was young, he was returning home after a second-show movie. It was around 2:00 a.m. The roads in our place are filled with curves, and visibility was poor. He said he saw a lady in a red saree. She had long hair adorned with thick jasmine flowers.

As he got closer… she suddenly disappeared.

Then he saw her again—just a few feet away.

The moment he realized something was wrong, he ran.

There is an old saying here: if someone gets in front of it, destruction follows—not only for them, but gradually for their entire family.

When I searched more about this, I came across stories of a family in my native place. They say one member accidentally got in front of such an apparition… and now none of them, including him, are alive.

Coincidence? Curse? Who knows.

Recently, another story spread through our area.

One drunken native had fallen asleep beneath a palm tree near a temple. The place was forested and extremely dark. He was only half-conscious when he claimed to see a lady in a red saree approaching him. According to him, she kicked him, throwing him a few feet away from where he had been lying.

The next morning, his wife told everyone.

When the story reached me, I laughed and said:

"Probably his wife herself did that because he was drunk."

But to everyone's surprise… a few days later, he died.

Fate, I should say.

Anyway—

Among the natives, this phenomenon is called "Thervazhcha."

Some say you can see a huge fireball passing through the night. Others believe it is the Devi herself traveling through the paths between temples. Older generations speak of witnessing these fireballs gliding across fields and deserted roads.

Funny enough, some of the local youth have their own explanation—

That these mysterious lights were probably feudal lords sneaking off to visit maidens' houses for… hehe… ifykyk.

It is also known as Varuthupokku, though in some places the phenomenon differs from Thervazhcha. Instead of the traveling of the (Devi), it is believed to signify the arrival of the dead. Some describe it as being accompanied by a rotten smell and a dry wind.

Well the beliefs will vary according to native places..

Who knows....

And honestly?

One night, I too heard the sound of anklets.

I remember thinking:

"Okay… I did not sign up for this."

And then I slept like nothing happened.

I swear, it scared the hell out of me.

The next morning, when I told my mother, she simply said:

"Probably some bird."

Who knows?

I likened it to the moon🌒

Enchanting,delightful and divine

It's light...

Was never meant to chase out the darkness

Instead

It only made it more mesmerizing ✨

Loving the moon was never easy

Because

Somethings are only meant to see

Not to own💔

a very common

soft-spoken lie🧚‍♀️

The shear mask

for the scars unveiled

"You sure? I am here

if you need anything"

Another soothing

yet consuming lie

It was futile because......

words were too weak

to mend scars that run deep🫀

Those trembling lips

managed to smile...

but those eyes......

I wonder what's the use of that smile as

Its light was long gone....🕸🕸

When you can't keep up with your heart.🫀

In front of the person who you loved

Dried throat,filled up eyes,whimpering lips all worked together and still couldn't make it🍂🍂

"I used to like you"

Somehow managed to say that much.......

The strong arms around me tightened once more as I heard

"Me too"

That was enough....

Enough for the persons who lost each other already

Just like that...

It also ended..🍂🍂

Here comes a thought...

It’s okay. Get that cake.

It’s okay. Let’s do it later.

It’s okay. We’ll make it right next time.

It’s okay. Let it go.

Because...

100 years from now, me, you, them — when we all vanish from this world, none of them will care about the mistakes we made.

None of them will care about how we lived.

None of them will care about our decisions...

Not even the people around us now.

All traces of our existence will fade with time.

We’ll just become people who once lived in this world before them.

This world is changing... and it won’t stop.

Good or bad, most of our deeds will be forgotten tomorrow.

So think...

okay, it’s a new beginning...

When I stepped into college life after school, unlike everyone else who carried high expectations and hope, I was just curious. Ready for whatever was coming next. Like a soldier waiting for the enemy’s next move on a battlefield.

Even now, I still don’t know why I went to the beauty parlour and got my hair and eyebrows done. Did I want a fresh beginning? Maybe.

But even though I looked ready, that readiness was never for a fresh start.

It was for war.

A war I expected in every possible worst way.

After surviving for two years, I had already given up on the idea of “new beginnings.” Long story. But still one of the most important chapters of my life — a chapter I’m proud of.

I learned.

I was hurt.

And somehow, I still managed to get back up and finish those damn two years.

Even though my social circle was huge and loud and funny, sometimes I felt like a ghost.

Imagine being a ghost in a class of sixty people.

They laughed, enjoyed, lived...

while I stood at the side wondering why I even existed.

I had my reasons though.

I was completely different from them.

But I still tried my best to blend in.

And honestly?

That only turned me into a clown.

Forget it.

(Maybe that's why I expected wars and threats instead of fresh beginnings. Being in survival mode had killed those feelings inside me)

That chapter is over.

Now, in this new one...

I was warned about snakes.

By seniors, cousins, Instagram influencers — everyone.

“They’ll backstab you.”

“They can be anyone you trust blindly.”

But has anyone ever warned you about wolves in sheep’s clothing?

When a snake bites, antivenom might save your life.

But wolves?

When they bite, the wound feels more fatal than venom itself.

A snake leaves after it bites you.

A wolf won’t.

It sinks its fangs into you and stays long enough to watch you bleed.

And wait —

I’m not glorifying snakes here.

Both are dangerous.

I’m just warning you about something worse...

something you might never see coming.

like you know....

the scariest people are never the loud ones.

they don’t arrive with warning signs hanging around their necks.

they don’t hiss like snakes.

they smile.

they help you.

they sit beside you when you feel alone.

they learn your wounds carefully, not to heal them...

but to know exactly where to tear you apart later.

and the worst part?

sometimes they don’t even hate you.

because hurting people makes them feel powerful for a moment.

because they need someone weaker to stand on so they can feel taller.

that’s why wolves in sheep’s clothing are terrifying.

they enter your life looking harmless.

soft voice.

kind eyes.

perfect timing.

and before you realize it, you are trapped

trauma from snakes can be cured. But this one is really going to destroy

maybe that’s why i stopped romanticizing “new beginnings.”

because every beginning carries the possibility of meeting another disguised monster.

(In colleges it can be really fatal...why?

because in schools all students are about our same age. Or younger...mostly in teens. But here the people are not teens.

I am saying again my dear friend. They are not just hormonal teens. ifykyk)

but still...

here i am.

walking into another chapter anyway.

not hopeful.

not fearless.

just wiser.

and this time,

I’m learning the difference between people who hold your hand...

and people who wait for the perfect moment to tighten their grip around your throat.

If got one more chance to live those days

I would have hugged you tighte𝘳

Kissed you har𝘥er

Like the𝘳e is no another day

Like there is no 𝘢nother chance

Because there Is no other you....

Might sound insane but,

Those days I want to live again

Those hugs I want t𝘰 have again

Those kisses I want to feel again

And those eyes I want to fall again

Again and again

Until I am fully content

But even with a million chances

I know the truth that...

like y’all know me or not???i am the same person 🦉

lunch time = me, my food, and silence 😭

Even sat with people from other department but ahhh!!!!

For how long??

once i literally called a senior like “pls come eat w me i beg”

anyway plot twist.

random convo → accidental trauma dump →

turns into full TEA SESSION 🍵🔥

me: “maybe it’s just me…”

him: “nah WE KNOW.”

me: “YOU KNOW?????”

apparently half the class has opinions i was peacefully ignoring 💀

then man goes full serious mode like

“that whole gang ain’t right”

and i’m just there like… bro i only lit a small cracker why is this a firework show 😭

Realised that man could spill tea better than woman

also him: “why didn’t you call me for lunch?”

ME: ??? since when was that an option??

and now suddenly:gaming plans, outside food, outings???

character development fr.

anyway moral of the story:

i survived lonely lunches and unlocked a new side quest.

(❁´◡`❁)

Doing things that I cherish most, meeting the people who once I thought were out of my league, interacting with the incredible personalities who I admired from a distance.

ಥ_ಥ

some unserious comfort talks, late night travels, some moments that I laughed endlessly, some silly discords that somehow meant so much.☆*: .｡.

o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

those tiring rehearsals with teammates who kept same spirit, persistent hard works, determination, passion, preparation and the moment of achievement where everything paid off

o(*^＠^*)o

Sometimes I wonder how I would explain all these to the girl I used to be. How would I tell her that everything that was waiting for her was far beyond her dreams and expectations?

(❤️´艸｀❤️)

Through the people I met, I grew. Through my hard work, I earned this version of my life

ಥ_ಥ

And now when I sit and look back, I can still see that girl...... standing there, confused, uncertain, staring at a journey she had no idea she was strong enough to face

o(*￣︶￣*)o

what if the end of a day

is not ending at all but

quiet beginning of another unknown world among us

while eyes fell asleep, while lights went out while curtains are drawn

Something unseen wakes up to life

breathing, walking and living the spaces we left behind

The world we thought belong to us...

or were we just burrowers until night take it back?

are we the one who disappear just to visit an unknown world that we often call dream

or are we making room for something else to finally exist?