Tales i tell

Lately, I’ve been thinking about silence. Not just the regular kind, the absence of noise, but the kind that settles inside you. The kind that creeps in when you’re alone at night, lying on your bed, phone facedown, and you just feel this weird stillness all around you. The kind of silence that makes you reflect on everything, or nothing, all at once. For me, this silence is oddly similar to something I’ve felt before in a game. It’s weird, I know. But it always takes me back to Skyrim. More specifically, to that cart ride. I’ve played a lot of games. I’ve tried escaping into open worlds, storylines, and choices I don’t always have in real life. But Skyrim ? Skyrim stayed with me. I think about that opening scene more than I probably should. You know, the one where you’re bound, gagged, nameless, and just watching the world pass by as you’re taken to your execution. That cart ride doesn’t just introduce you to the game; it mirrors real life in ways I wasn’t expecting. Yo...

For the past few months, my life revolved around two personal missions: Losing weight.& Completing a coding project that had haunted me with errors, bugs, and endless nights of troubleshooting. Every day, I was fighting on two fronts. During the day, I was meal prepping, tracking macros, and staying committed to clean eating  even when cravings hit or laziness kicked in. At night, when most people were winding down, I was staring at lines of code, hunting elusive bugs, and trying to understand why an error that didn’t exist yesterday was suddenly ruining everything. I kept telling myself, “Once I hit my goal weight… once I get this app working end-to-end… I’ll finally feel proud, fulfilled, complete.” Eventually, I got there.  I lost 10 kilos.  I launched the app I had been building for months. The code was clean, the compliments came in, and for the first time in a long while, I liked what I saw in the mirror. I thought hitting my goals would unlock some kind ...

Life goes on, whether we’re ready for it or not. A few months ago, I found myself stuck in a loop, waiting for things to change, for something big to happen. But somewhere along the way, I realized that change isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes, it’s in the quiet moments the ones we often overlook. In the middle of all this, I found someone. For a brief moment, it felt like they were meant to be a part of my story. But just as quickly as they arrived, they were gone. At first, it felt like a loss. But then, I understood something important: you only truly lose someone who was yours. And if they weren’t, then maybe it was never really a loss, just a lesson. So, I moved on. I started appreciating the routine small joys like morning coffee, the way sunlight filters through my window, the comfort of familiar sounds. These everyday things, the ones I used to take for granted, became reminders that life is happening right now. Then, something unexpected happened. I found a new group th...

Sometimes, life surprises you in the most unexpected ways. It throws a name, a moment, or a person into your path that changes everything. For me, that moment came when I met her tiny, bold, with short hair framing a face that held more strength and beauty than I thought possible. She’s the kind of person you don’t forget. Fierce yet kind, strong yet tender, she carries herself with a quiet grace that draws you in. Every conversation with her feels like uncovering a new layer of the world. She challenges me, grounds me, and somehow, without even trying, makes me want to be the best version of myself. What amazes me most is how effortlessly she understands me. In a world where connection often feels fleeting or shallow, she gets me in a way no one else has. It's not just the big things; it's the little things, the way she listens, the way she shares her thoughts, the way she's unapologetically herself. Meeting her wasn't just a moment; it was a turning point. She brought...

In the shadow of shared laughter, there used to be a yellow flower,  but lines were blurred, boundaries crossed,  trust was shattered, a bond lost. Each betrayal, a wound so deep,  Yet still, memories haunt my sleep.  closest one's hurt the most they say, and you my little one have proved it again. A slow knife cuts the deepest they say, never thought I too would get it one day. Your lies were always so so good,  know you are the reason it's come to an end. And all that peace & harmony,  I built for years,  Is gone now and left me in tears I fought, I tried, but had to part. A heavy weight upon my heart.  We're family and nothing can change that, But we'll never be friends, and that's a fact. Do you walk your path alone? Or find solace in a home unknown?  I wonder often, in the silent night, If you've found your own guiding light. Though scars remain, aching yet,  I wish you peace, without regret. For in the echo of what we once had,...

  Going to the Pune International Film Festival (PIFF24) was like a big movie celebration for me. I really love movies, and this festival became a special place where I found the happiness of storytelling and rediscovering my love for cinemas. PIFF is all about creating a lively movie culture in Pune, and it lived up to its vision by providing a platform for global cinema enthusiasts like myself. The theme of the year, "Cinema is Hope," resonated deeply with my belief in the transformative power of storytelling in a world filled with ups and downs, making me believe again in the power of stories to make me feel better, especially when life gets tough. Two movies, "Perfect Days" and "Art College 1994," stood out for me during the festival. Wim Wenders' "Perfect Days" was a masterful exploration of life's subtleties, a recognition of the small details that make existence worthwhile. The film, a sweet and sad slice of life, offered a pro...

He holds a love so deep and true, A passion that's known by only a few, With every breath and every beat, His heart longs for his love to meet. She's the light in his darkest day, A beacon that guides his way, Her smile ignites a fire within, A love that burns beneath his skin. The way she moves, the way she speaks, A melody that his heart seeks, Her laughter, like music to his ears, Erases all of his doubts and fears. But yet, he keeps this love concealed, In the shadows, it remains sealed, For fear that if it sees the light, Their love may wither and take flight. So he keeps this love a secret vow, And with each passing day, he allows, His heart grows stronger in this love, As she remains his little dove.