Saturday is the day I always eagerly await.
This morning, I woke up feeling perfectly relaxed; it’s 9:05 AM, a holiday for me and even tomorrow brings more time off. Today, with my favorite cup of tea in hand, I find myself sitting peacefully in my balcony.Life in Mumbai isn’t easy, not at all suited for the faint-hearted. After endless hustle, even a few tranquil moments feel like a treasure. Mumbai truly is the city of dreams—not only for the world, but also for me. I feel proud to call this vibrant, star-filled city my own.My balcony is the most cherished corner of my life. This is where I sit with my beloved diary and pen, pouring my heart into its pages. There is someone special—no longer present in my world, yet constantly in my thoughts—whose memories inspire me to write again and again.Sometimes, just one small reason gives us purpose to live. The message is clear:
Find your own reason to live, and see how little you truly need—neither excessive wealth nor extravagant welcomes. Lose yourself in the present, and watch how beautiful the world seems.Today, five or six fresh blossoms are blooming in my balcony. They teach a simple lesson—if one bud withers today, new flowers will certainly bloom tomorrow. Life is the same; it never stops moving. As one person leaves, another takes their place, and then someone new after that.
So why do we spend our lives in stress and worry? Instead, let’s live as fully as we wish, as bravely as we can.
Share love wherever possible. If you have love to give, then give it freely.Spiritual thoughts rarely visit; practical life in Mumbai is starkly different, unpredictable. Anything can happen, any time.
This is why, instead of fretting about tomorrow, I am learning to live just for today.
There’s no true need to save excessive money; after we’re gone, someone else will use it. So while we’re here, let’s make the most of it.Sometimes, I visit old age homes and orphanages, and kneel in prayer at church—asking God to grant everyone a good life and kind hearts.
Always visit places that remind us we are fortunate—destined with home, family, parents’ love. So many in the world never get these simple gifts.
That’s why I feel grateful, and deeply blessed to be connected to all of you.All I wish to say is: Write what’s in your heart—those are the world’s most beautiful poems, the sweetest songs.
Chasing fame brings little joy. True happiness?
Live—just live as beautifully as you can!So let’s celebrate this weekend together,
Smiling over a happy cup of coffee—because that’s who I am.– Usha Maniar

"Waiting to live tomorrow is the greatest folly — live wisely with what you have today; needless worry about the future is pointless."
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                  To postpone life for some imagined tomorrow
is the truest kind of foolishness.
Hold today with mindful hands —
worrying for a future yet unseen steals your present.

Speak to the universe each passing hour,
offer thanks for every gift it sends.
Believe this truth with all your heart—
the universe will never let you fall.

— Usha Maniar

The more deeply you learn to understand others,
the sooner you awaken to the truth within yourself.

— ✍️ Usha Maniar

When the soul begins to leave the body,
It might whisper with a gentle lament—
Why did I not live the life I longed for,
Why did I let ‘no time’ be my constant excuse?We often postpone our dreams with hollow reasons,
Blind to the truth that time slips quietly away.
The final moment teaches the ultimate lesson—
Life isn’t measured in years, but in moments truly lived.So cherish today, embrace your true desires,
Don’t wait for ‘one day’ to chase your dreams.
For when the last breath draws near and soul takes flight,
It’s the life you lived with passion that shines bright.

I dreamt I died one silent night,
My soul still lingered, void of light.
My family wept, my body burned,
And life went on—no lesson learned.

My bed was thrown, my chair was gone,
My messages erased, my photo withdrawn.
Those I had loved forgot so fast,
The ones I despised praised me at last.

My books were sold, my clothes all cleared,
The world moved on—the truth appeared:
We live for others, day by day,
Yet they forget us when we fade away.

Then I awoke with trembling breath—
Grateful it was not my death.
I vowed that night, with heart set free,
To live this life—for only me.

On a quiet Monday evening,
I stand by the shore,
watching waves rise and fall,
listening to the whispers of trees,
the songs of birds,
the vast embrace of earth and sky.
Everything around me feels beautiful,
filled with a sacred, positive energy.

And yet—
if something feels imperfect,
it is not the world,
it is our restless mind.
Our thoughts paint what we see.
A gentle mind finds beauty everywhere;
a troubled mind sees flaws in everything.

We wish for rain to stop
when rushing to the office,
and for rain to begin
when we are home with tea in hand.
But nature does not move
to the rhythm of our desires—
it moves for all.

The truth of life is simple:
when we think only of ourselves,
we see inconvenience.
When we think of the whole,
we discover that every moment,
every breath,
is touched with extraordinary beauty.

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I was married too young, without choice, into a family that never truly accepted me. My husband confessed he loved someone else and left me with divorce papers. My parents turned me away, saying their duty was done. I was broken, abandoned, and alone.

But a true friend gave me shelter. With her support, I found a small job in a packaging company. I worked day and night shifts, crying silently but refusing to give up. My first salary was just fifteen thousand rupees, but it felt like a million — because it was earned with dignity.

Step by step, I grew. Within two years, I became a manager. Fifteen years later, I hold a senior position in the same company. The same family that once rejected me now respects me.

My journey taught me one truth: nothing is greater than self-respect.
When blood ties fail, friendship saves you.
When the world doubts you, hard work defines you.
And when life breaks you, self-respect rebuilds you.

— Usha Maniar☕

Years later, I returned
to that old library...
the one where you first appeared,
lost in your universe of books.

A cup of tea by your side,
half a dozen volumes spread open—
I wondered how one could
breathe so deeply in words.
And in that quiet moment,
my heart chose you
without a sound.

You felt my gaze too,
as if your soul, somewhere,
was calling back to mine.
That silent current carried us
through pages, through time—
until one day,
the sky collapsed around me:
the news of your cruel illness,
your battle against fleeting days.

Then I understood—
true love does not need
to be spoken aloud.
It survives in the hush
of unshed words,
in the longing of a soul
that destiny denies.

You left the city for healing,
and then... you left this world.
That day, my breath faltered too,
as if I no longer belonged to life.

Marriage? My heart refused.
You had become a habit,
an irreplaceable part of me.
I took to books as you did,
living through pages,
yet always, with one cup of tea,
I still wait for you.

They say another birth awaits us.
If it is true, my only prayer is this:
in the next life,
you will surely find me.

— Usha Maniar ☕❣️