He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.

“If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its entire life thinking it's stupid.”

mai ek baar chala gya toh phir kabhi wapas nhi aaunga

Logic can explain the storm, but only faith can be your shelter.

if what you see in me is longing,
try noticing my faith in love too.

lmao. just lmao. lmhao. lmhao.

Lamhe ye aise..
beetne ko aayi...
Sath hai naa kisi ka..
dastaan hai ye aisi...
Kyu hu mai aisa..
mai bhi na jaanu...

Toh kya kahe?
muskurakar. — jaane de.

Time heals everything
But,
Without proper healing(/cure) the wound stays in our life in the form of marks, do work on it, if you can.

I can cry right now.
I can smile right now.
I can laugh, dance,
or turn painfully serious.

I can be blunt.
I can go numb.
I can be cruel.
I can ignore everything.

I can be playful.
I can love.
I can shout.
I can switch off my softness.
I can protect.
I can fall silent.

I carry all of this inside me.

But I choose
what the moment asks of me.

I choose to heal.
I choose to love.
I choose to care.

With music.
With a tired smile.
With romance.
With imperfection.

My eyes refuse to close.
Not because I don't want to sleep,
but because I am exhausted.

I don't feel safe enough to sleep.
And if I sleep,
I don't feel the will to wake up.

Yet I am forced to wake up.
Forced to exist.
Forced to function.
Forced to stay quiet,
without rest.

I live in constant hypervigilance.
Even while crying,
my mind stays alert—
making sure
I am not being watched.

And still...
I stay.

Jeevan-Mrityu, Sukh-Dukh bhul aur yudh karo aye gandhiv vidhaari

iss prithvi ka bhogoge agar yudh me ho gyi vijay tumhari
Ho bhi gayi parajaye toh bhi swarg ka sukh tum paoge.
...
Kon bachega, kon marega yudh ka tu parinam na soch
Kartavya nibha aur karm kar tu bas fal ki chinta mujh par chhor

Labh-Haani na vash me tere toh fir sochna hi kyun hai?
Dhyaan karm par kendrit ho aur Arjun karo nishkam karm.

Vibe with a song for who you are.
Feel sadness for what you're going through.
Never process both at once.
Take one moment at a time.

Don't regret enjoying life.
The world is yours — you live in it.
Let the world call you crazy
for enjoying it without permission.

Don't try to fix what isn't broken.

No one is here to hold me.
But I am here.
Present for myself.

I have plenty of advice for myself.
Motivation. Plans. Big ambitions.

I know how to build something big.
But right now, I don't force myself to become anything.
Not because I've given up —
but because I know this phase doesn't need pressure.

I love my essence.
I love every part of myself, even the tired ones.

Let people give advice.
I won't — not to myself.

Not every moment needs motivation.
Not every phase needs strategy or productivity.

Sometimes, what we need is rest.
Sometimes, safety.
Sometimes, care.

Sometimes, we need permission
to stay imperfect
while the world keeps telling us
we're not doing enough.

At times, we feel the absence of God.
And if we don't stand for ourselves then —
who will?

Nothing soothes more deeply
than holding yourself with care.