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Be careful mere najdiki haters...
Jinko maine bhai ki tarah samjha, har mod pe samjhaya, sab kuch sikhaya... aaj wahi log chupke-chupke meri buraiyaan karte phir rahe hain. Kya bolun… jinka khud ka wajood tak nahi tha, unke pehchaan ke peeche bhi main hi tha, par ab chup hoon, kyunki kuch raaz sirf waqt ke liye chhod dena chahiye.
Jinko maine bhai ki tarah samjha, har mod pe samjhaya, sab kuch sikhaya... aaj wahi log chupke-chupke meri buraiyaan karte phir rahe hain. Kya bolun… jinka khud ka wajood tak nahi tha, unke pehchaan ke peeche bhi main hi tha, par ab chup hoon, kyunki kuch raaz sirf waqt ke liye chhod dena chahiye.
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Self Note:
It’s strange how people choose the moments they remember you by. They often forget the quiet strength you carry every single day. They don’t notice the silent battles you fight behind your smile or the countless times you stood beside someone when they needed you, even when you yourself were barely holding it together. The moments when you showed up without being asked, when you chose kindness over frustration, patience over anger — those moments get quietly erased in their memory.
Instead, they hold tightly to that one moment when you slipped. That one time when your guard was down, when the weight of everything became too much, and your silence spoke louder than any words could. They don’t pause to ask what broke inside you that day. They don’t wonder about the storm you were facing, or how long you had been quietly carrying it all. They just remember the version of you that wasn’t at your best, and somehow, that becomes the version they choose to believe is real.
But through all of this, I’ve come to understand something deeply. Being human means having moments — moments when you're not okay, when your emotions overflow, when you can't keep pretending to be strong. Sometimes you just feel lost, tired, or overwhelmed, and that doesn’t mean you've changed. It doesn't erase who you are or everything you’ve been to others. It just means you're human, and you reached your limit.
So if someone chooses to see only that one broken moment instead of the entire journey you’ve walked with quiet courage, let them. Because one moment of struggle can never define the heart that has loved, supported, and endured for so long. I know my truth. I know my story. And even if the world forgets, I will remember.
It’s strange how people choose the moments they remember you by. They often forget the quiet strength you carry every single day. They don’t notice the silent battles you fight behind your smile or the countless times you stood beside someone when they needed you, even when you yourself were barely holding it together. The moments when you showed up without being asked, when you chose kindness over frustration, patience over anger — those moments get quietly erased in their memory.
Instead, they hold tightly to that one moment when you slipped. That one time when your guard was down, when the weight of everything became too much, and your silence spoke louder than any words could. They don’t pause to ask what broke inside you that day. They don’t wonder about the storm you were facing, or how long you had been quietly carrying it all. They just remember the version of you that wasn’t at your best, and somehow, that becomes the version they choose to believe is real.
But through all of this, I’ve come to understand something deeply. Being human means having moments — moments when you're not okay, when your emotions overflow, when you can't keep pretending to be strong. Sometimes you just feel lost, tired, or overwhelmed, and that doesn’t mean you've changed. It doesn't erase who you are or everything you’ve been to others. It just means you're human, and you reached your limit.
So if someone chooses to see only that one broken moment instead of the entire journey you’ve walked with quiet courage, let them. Because one moment of struggle can never define the heart that has loved, supported, and endured for so long. I know my truth. I know my story. And even if the world forgets, I will remember.
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