Be thankful to your parents...
Be grateful to God....
Be obedient to your teachers....
Be there for your friends...
Be available for any help....
Show gratitude to everyone you meet....
As everyone has their own perspective and policies....
Some may teach us how to behave and rest about how not to be....
There will be many to give advises on how to behave...
But it's important to learn from the one who is imperfect and show them your version of being perfect!!!

I find peace in darkness...
I crave for my alone time...
I wait to get drenched in rain...
I like chopping onions...
I love taking shower...
I prefer nights over mornings...
Because these small moments allow me to let out my concerns, weep in peace and let my tears flow without others knowing and no need to give explainations to my tears.

They call it pichi rathalu,
a waste of ink and time.
But they don’t see the tremble in my hands
when I hold a pen,
or the storm I quiet
by pouring pain into lines.

Each word I write
is a cry I never screamed,
a tear I never showed,
a wound I stitched
with syllables no one dared to read.

They say, “Just study, forget all this.”
But how do you forget
what saved you?

These writings—
they aren’t just thoughts.
They’re survival.
They’re scars made beautiful.


"Let Them Call It Madness"

They call it pichi rathalu.
They laugh. Say I’m wasting time.
Say I should just focus on studies, like everyone else.

But they don’t know.

They don’t know these pages hold my pain—
not drama, not attention-seeking.
Real pain. The kind that keeps you up at 2 AM.
The kind that chokes you when you're trying to smile.

I write because if I don’t, I’ll explode.
I write because it’s the only thing that listens without judgment.
Because no one asked me,
“What happened?”
They just said,
“Be strong.”
“Move on.”
“Stop being so emotional.”

So I bleed on paper.
That’s not madness. That’s survival.

Let them call it anything.
This—
this is the only thing keeping me alive.

Every problem has a solution...
Every field has it's significance...
Every child has their own talent...
Every parent has their own parenting style...
Every doubt has it's clarity...
Every disease has it's remedy and medicine...
And every failure has a day of success.

Working Moms? Na! They are Goddesses, Home-makers, Teachers, Motivators, Singers, Caretakers, Understanding Partners, and above all — the Best Moms.
True All-Rounders.
But even all-rounders have hearts that crave...
A caring partner who shares the load.0
Supportive in-laws who respect their dreams.
Loving children who see their efforts and admire their strengths.
Understanding parents who still check in.
A friend to confide in without judgement.
A solo vacation to breathe and just be.
A break from never-ending chores.
Little treats and words of appreciation.
They deserve it all.
Not just on Mother’s Day, but every single day.