Last night, around midnight, my bathroom door somehow locked itself. I live alone in a studio, so I had nowhere else to go. I asked my group for help, but everyone was probably asleep.
Then I texted the person I still consider one of my closest friends. I sent him a video, and i called to tell him what had happened. He said we could fix it in the morning.
I didn’t expect him to come anyways . But somewhere inside, I hoped he would say, “Until then, you can use my bathroom.” He lives next building, and once I considered his home a little like my own.
He didn’t say it.
Maybe he was sleepy, distracted, or simply didn’t think of it. I know a forgotten gesture doesn’t make someone heartless. But sometimes what hurts isn’t what a person does it’s realizing that the care which comes naturally to you may no longer come naturally to them.
I finally texted an American girl in my building. As an Indian, I felt hesitant disturbing her so late because I respect her privacy and know she usually sleeps early. Yet her first response was, “Come use my bathroom.” Then she came over, stayed with me, and helped open the locked door.
Afterward, she said, “Maybe the universe wanted me to be awake for you tonight.”
well that was the real lesson. The person I loved couldn’t open his door for me, while someone I was afraid to disturb opened hers without hesitation.
Sometimes love teaches you attachment, but unexpected kindness teaches you where safety truly lives. 🤍

Six years ago my mom couldn't walk without pain and I started trying to build something to help her.

This month I pitched that company at a live competition. I have terrible stage fright and she was sitting in the audience. The host asked who I was there for and I got to say "my mom, and hopefully she's somewhere in the audience" and the whole crowd turned to look and she raised her hand.

Then I gave the speech I'd been terrified of for weeks. And we won.

She helped me carry the boxes in. She helped me set up the booth. She told me my practice run was good while I was falling apart. Then she got to watch it all pay off.

Best night of my life.

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My birthday has always been more than just a date,

It is the one day I wait for, the one I celebrate.

A little more laughter, a little more light,

A day when my heart simply feels right.

And even though a whole week has passed away,

The love still finds me in the sweetest ways.

A gift here, a surprise there,

Little gestures telling me, “We care.”

And honestly, the gifts don't matter to me,

It is the emotion behind them that I see.

The thought, the effort, the love someone takes,

Those are the memories my heart forever makes.

My little sister, younger than me by years,

Still tries to wipe away my smallest fears.

And my mother, in her own beautiful way,

Tries to make me happy every single day.

They don't need grand gestures or words so bright,

Their love itself makes everything feel right.

These are the people who make me see

How beautiful love is when it comes genuinely.

But sometimes, even on the happiest day,

Someone brings a little bitterness along the way.

A call meant to wish me suddenly turns

Into old complaints and bridges that burn.

And perhaps you don't realise what it does,

When someone's happiness becomes a place for blame.

My birthday was never the day for keeping score,

Nor was it a day to reopen every old door.

I don't expect everyone to celebrate like me,

Nor do I ask everyone to understand what I feel.

But when I'm finally happy, when my heart is light,

Please don't turn my sunshine into another fight.

Because this birthday taught me something true—

Not everyone who calls brings warmth with them too.

Some people bring flowers, some bring pain,

Some leave a smile, some leave a stain.

And I've learned that love isn't measured by who calls,

Or who remembers, or who complains the most.

It is measured by the people who quietly stay,

Who make your ordinary moments brighter every day.

So yes, my birthday is precious to me.

It is my little celebration of being me.

And I'll protect that happiness, come what may,

Because I deserve to enjoy my favourite day.

You may have your complaints, your stories, your side,

But I won't let them live inside my happiness anymore.

I'll remember the love that made me smile,

And let the bitterness stay outside my door.

Because one thing I've finally come to know

Not every relative feels like family,

and not every family member knows how to love.

It’s been a tough ride lately. Blamed in personal life, lost job at the same time, faced humiliations. 32M - don’t have my social ecosystem in this city. Made a comeback on professional front. Trying to heal and bounce back personally.

I just wanted to use this post to show willingness to support people suffering emotionally or going through something. please chime in if you need help or if you’re willing to lend an ear.

A word, a piece of advice, a hug, a pat on shoulder would make a difference to the person going through a tough time. Your support matters! Heal and help Heal