The station stood like it always had,
Platform 2 — tired, familiar, still.
The same broken bench.
The same dusty chill.
But she —
She was no longer the girl who once believed in forever.
Yet she came,
Carrying a promise packed in years,
A silent hope dressed as fear.
6:00 PM.
He wasn't there.
She rose,
Disappointment tucked beneath her scarf,
A goodbye forming in her chest...
Then—
A voice.
"Wait..."
And just like that,
Time unraveled.
Memories rushed in without asking.
His voice —
The one she thought had faded —
Lit every part of her past on fire.
He ran.
He spoke too much, too fast.
Delays. Trains. Torn letters. Regret.
She said nothing.
She cried quietly —
Happy tears wearing old pain.
And he,
Confused and panicked,
Reached for her truth.
"What happened? Did I hurt you? Please don’t cry—"
She didn’t speak.
She hugged him.
And that was enough.
A hug,
So deep it hushed the world,
So soft it screamed everything they couldn’t say.
He held her back, Firm. Safe. Still hers.
“This time,” he whispered,
“there’ll be no more goodbyes…
Only hellos.”
“This time,” he whispered, “there’ll be no more goodbyes… Only hellos.”

There are moments when time slows to a crawl —
and every tick feels heavier than the last.
While studying for an exam that refuses to end.
When you miss someone so badly it hurts just to breathe.
When your friend suddenly goes offline and silence takes their place.
When you wait endlessly for someone who hasn’t arrived yet.
When your favorite show or match hasn’t started, but your excitement already has.
When the classroom feels like a prison, and the end bell feels miles away.
Some seconds stretch like lifetimes —
teaching us how heavy longing, boredom, and anticipation can really be.

Sometimes, I truly feel time slips away too fast —
in the quiet joy of little things like:
Watching passing clouds and tiny stars.
Talking endlessly with my best friend.
Playing with little babies, their laughter echoing.
Sharing quality time with family.
Getting lost in music.
Reading a story that feels like it understands me.
Night-outs filled with laughter and memories with cousins.
Gazing at a silent line of ants on their journey.
Listening to Grandma’s timeless tales.
Some moments…
just deserve to last a little longer.

"It’s better to work hard to achieve your goals and make your family a happy one than to run behind the people who doesn’t remain or care for you."

Don’t rely on others to make you happy.
People change. Circumstances shift. Expectations hurt.

Instead, learn to find your own little ways to enjoy life —
a walk under the sky,
a song that speaks your soul,
a dream you quietly chase,
a moment of peace you gift yourself.

Because real happiness?
It blooms within — not from someone else,
but from you.

Every time I gaze at the mirror,
a storm of doubts rises within me —

Am I worthy?
Am I beautiful?
Am I doing enough with my life?
Am I ambitionless?
Am I being too carefree?
Am I gaining weight?
…and so many more.

But amidst the flood of questions,
my heart gently whispers:

You are worthy.

It’s not the external beauty that defines you —
It’s your self-love,
your kindness to yourself.

Mirrors only reflect what’s visible.
But what really shapes us
is the change we choose
beyond the glass.

"Work hard and show the life you always wanted to lead to all the people around you who are confused about what you'll do in life and confusing you in reaching your aim."