Don’t I deserve a caring hand to tap my head and say
“everything will be alright”?
Don’t I deserve a supporting hand to stand by my side in all times?
Don’t I deserve a listener who could understand my words?
Don’t I deserve a quick reply when I am in need?
Don’t I deserve a small appreciation for my efforts?
Don’t I deserve some encouragement in building my dreams?
Don’t I deserve some soothing words when I feel worthless of myself?
Don’t I deserve cute gestures when I feel lonely?
Atleast, don’t I deserve a person whom I can call mine?

"It's hard to live in a place where your existence feels more like a burden than a responsibility."

Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.

Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.

Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.

But what if my expectations are simple?
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.

Are these huge to expect from life?

I believe in self-love.
I believe we shouldn’t depend on others for happiness.
But in the long run, we all need someone—
Someone who admires our efforts,
Someone who showers love and care,
Someone who stays loyal,
Someone who lifts us when we fall,
Someone to lean on—when self-care isn’t enough.

A home?
A place where your mornings start with scoldings and nights end with arguments?
A place where you are unloved?
A place where you don’t even know what your siblings feel about you?
A place you are having heavy heartbeats and panics?
A place where you don’t feel like sharing anything?
A place where your existence doesn’t seem worthy?
A place where you can’t even cry peacefully?
A place where no one express what they feel?
Is this place called a home Maa?
Is it? Really?

What was her fault?    
A desire to have a family?
A sacrifice which created another family?
A dream to be a working woman?
A want to live happy?
A life to see her children achieve big?
A kind hearted nature who always searched her happiness in her people's happiness?
What was her fault after all??