A Dedication to Every 5 AM Dreamer

This Skillora Anthem created by me is dedicated to every student of "21 DSS Group | Batch 01 | January 2026" group who chose discipline over comfort and action over excuses. To those who wake up at 5 AM, showed up consistently, and believeed in growth.

Thank you Skillora Academy and Dr Suresh Pandian Sir for transforming our skills, mindset, and life.

I was stuck in the same old motion,
Dreams on mute, yeah I almost quit,
Every “someday” felt so distant,
Till I chose to rise, chose to commit.

From the silence, I found my fire,
From the doubt, I built my aim,
New habits, new vision,
I won’t ever play small again.

No more waiting on chances,
I trained my mind, took the lead,
Now I’m ready to claim my name.

No more fear in my way,

Hear me rise, hear me grow,
This is Skillora, watch me glow ✨
I’m unlocking what I’m meant to be,
Transform my skills, transform my life, that’s me.

I stand tall, I break through,
Every day I become brand new,
With my voice, with my power,
I’m learning loud, this is my hour!

5 AM : while the world still sleeps,
I show up strong, I keep my beat,
Discipline over comfort calls,
That morning promise, I never fall.

21 days, I rewrote my story,
Step by step, no shortcuts here,
From mindset shifts to action daily,
I showed up brave, I stayed sincere.

Mentors guiding every move,
Community pulling me through,
Not just dreams! Real execution,
I became the proof.

Hear me rise, hear me grow,
This is Skillora, watch me glow 🔥
I’m unlocking what I’m meant to be,
Transform my skills, transform my life : that’s me.

I stand bold, I break through,
Every challenge makes me new,
With my voice, with my power,
I’m learning loud, this is my hour!

Before the sun, I claim my win,
5 AM, that’s where I begin 🌅
Habits reset, mindset aligned,
Success is trained, not left to time.

4K learners standing strong,
Success habits pulling us along,
This is growth you can feel inside,
Skillora, we rise, we rise.

Hear us rise, hear us roar,
We’re not who we were before 🦁
From the 5 AM Challenge to mastery,
Transform our skills, transform our lives, we’re free.

Together strong, together true,
Mentored, focused, seeing it through,
With our voice, with our power,
Skillora Academy : THIS is our hour!

My Journey to Becoming an Early Riser 😴

From childhood, I always had one small but powerful dream, to wake up at 4:30 a.m. People said it was Brahma Muhurta, the most peaceful and productive time of the day. Somewhere deep inside, I believed that waking up early could change the way life is.

During my school and college days, I was an early riser,  at least by normal standards. Waking up at 7 a.m. felt easy. My body cooperated. Life was simpler.

In the early stages of my career, working till 4 a.m. and going to sleep at 4 a.m. was called productivity. In my early 20s, my body supported this lifestyle. I thought I was unstoppable.

But time teaches you lessons. Slowly, sleep problems started. Stress, pressure, sometimes sadness, all affected my sleep. Nights became restless. Mornings became harder. Even though I wanted to wake up early, I just couldn’t.

Yet, for almost a decade, one thought stayed with me: “If I wake up at 4:30, My Life will Change”

Anyone who has experienced staying up late at night like an owl knows this feeling, the heaviness, the guilt. The mind refuses to wake up next day and Morning arrives with regret, low energy. 

On the other hand, anyone who has experienced early mornings knows a completely different feeling, the silence, the clarity, the focus. Whatever you do at that time feels purely productive. 

So today, I am writing this blog after waking up at 4:30 a.m., with these thoughts flowing onto the page at 6 a.m. with a clear and calm mindset. 

How It Finally Started:

One random day, while scrolling Instagram, I came across something called “Transform Your Life in 21 Days! 💪 Wake up at 5AM, unlock your potential”. I didn’t even fully understand it. But it excited me.

Sometimes, when something aligns with your interest, you just know you should try, even if you don’t know anything about it.

The best part? It didn’t start on January 1st. Because let’s be honest 😆 we all take resolutions on Jan 1st, fail, feel guilty, and by Jan 5th, we want a fresh hand to hold again. This felt like that second chance.

I told my husband something very honestly: “I have never asked anything from you. Just help me wake up for these 21 days.”

And support matters. He kept the alarm, woke me up, and he went back to sleep.

Day one of 21 day challance felt different. Special. Can you believe this, over 5,000+ registrations and nearly 2,000+ people showed up on Day One. The energy was unbelievable. Just by waking up, I felt I had already completed one checklist for the day.

Not Every Day Was Perfect, And That’s Okay. Day two, I made it.

Day three, I couldn’t wake up. But instead of giving up, I did something simple. I switched on my laptop, joined the session… and slept.

Yes, I slept, but sitting. Wrapped in my blanket, Bangalore weather being kind and cold, I slept sitting on the sofa with my laptop on. And you know what? I was happy. Because I showed up, even imperfectly.

On Day Four, I saw the community posts. People sharing their effort, their wins. That hit me hard.

If you really want something,  you have to do it.

From that day, I became more sincere.

Today, it’s Day 10.

Out of these 10 days: 7 days I gave my 100%. 2 days I was half-asleep. One day I slept, but still stayed connected. And I am okay with that.

Because here’s the truth: A woman who used to wake up at 9 a.m., waking up at 5 a.m. itself is a huge achievement.

My goal is still 4:30 a.m everyday and I know I will get there with the community support and Dr.Suresh Pandian Sir. If You Want to Join the 5 A.M. Club, Read This

If you are holding this thought in your heart, here are my honest tips:

• Don’t aim for perfection. Aim for presence.
• Even if you miss a day or two, don’t quit.
• Target 21 days,  but forgive yourself if you miss a day
• Progress matters more than streaks.

Even lying on the bed with your laptop on counts. Be there. Watch. Listen. Absorb.

Community changes everything. Seeing others try will push you to try again.

I was also inspired by our Mentor Suresh Pandia Sir, who wakes up at 4:30 a.m., takes a bath, and starts the class every day. Even more inspiring was his intention, to give something back to the community. Yes, he is making changes to our life 

You know what? These 10 days changed me without me even realizing it. You can go through all my YouTube videos—I never showed my face before. But these days transformed something inside me. Yesterday, I posted my first YouTube video, and I surprised myself. The confidence I felt was different.

Another best part, honestly, is the workbook. It comes with thoughtful reflection questions that gently make you pause and look inward. When you write the answers in your own words and then see community members sharing their reflections, it naturally pushes you to do better. It feels like quiet homework - But a meaningful one. 

If you are intersted in his Session and want to make an impact in your life, you can attend his next batch. Transform Your Life in 21 Days! 💪 Wake up at 5AM, unlock your potential

Dr.Suresh Pandian Instagram Id :    |  Dr.Suresh Pandian Facebook   |  Dr.LinkedIn Id 

Skillora Youtube : https://www.youtube.com/@SkilloraAcademy-21DSS

Skillora Insta : https://www.instagram.com/skilloraacademyllp/

Skillora FB: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61584023961061

Final Thoughts:  Start slow. Start messy. Start imperfect. But start.

Thank you for reading — and thank you to everyone who made this journey possible. 💛

I Stopped Cheering for My Son

 I Stopped Cheering for My Son
 and That’s When I Realized Why Parents Must Never Be Silent

Today was my son’s sports day.

The ground was full. Children running. Parents clapping from their seats. 

And me? Initially, I was sitting quietly.  Just clapping.

Trying to look professional and NOT to be “That Over Enthusiastic parent”.

Yes, this wasn’t really me. I am usually the loud Parent who shouts😆

“COME ON!”

“YES YES YES!”

“GO BABY GO!”

I never care who was watching and never care what others thought.

But this year, something changed.

I looked around. Other parents were calm.

Phones held up, recording videos.

Soft claps. Happiness inside. Smiles.

So I told myself: Be mature. Be professional. Don’t overdo it.

My son ran his first race and he came second.

Instead of feeling happy, something felt missing.

I saw the disappointment on his face.

not because he came second,

but because he didn’t hear my cheers,

my loud shouts, my voice. 

Then came the obstacle race.

And that’s when I made a decision.

I Walked to the Finish Line, I stood there. And Everything Changed

Before the race even started, I locked eyes with my son.

Yes, he was almost 200 meters away.

He probably couldn’t see my expression.

But vibes matter. Energy matters.

And somehow, I believe he could feel it. 💛

I smiled. I gave him a thumbs-up.

And silently told him: “This is your race.”

The master blew the whistle 

And suddenly, I wasn’t silent anymore.

“COME ON!”

“YOU have GOT THIS!”

“HIT IT! HIT IT!”

“JUST 10 MORE SECONDS!”

Voices too loud, adrenaline high.

I didn’t whisper. I didn’t hesitate.

I didn’t care who was watching.

I cheered like a cheerleader loud and fearless.

And I saw it. That fire in his eyes.

That sudden burst of energy. That confidence.

He crossed the finish line. First place.

“Mama, I Got First!” And That Moment Will Last Forever

He came running to me. “Mama, I got first!”

We didn’t do a polite smile. We didn’t do a quiet clap.

We danced. We jumped.

We celebrated like it mattered, because it did.

And that’s when it hit me.

Nobody Will Remember Your Silence

As parents, we often stop ourselves.

What will other parents think?

What will the teachers say?

Will the principal judge me?

Am I being too loud? Too emotional? Too much?

But let me ask you something:

When your child goes to college, 

Will anyone remember 2026, that one parent shouted a little too loudly at sports day? 

No. Nobody will remember you.

But your child will remember this:

👉 “My mom was there.”

👉 “My mom always cheer for me.”

That memory stays forever.

If their talent, practise, displine and luck is 90%, 

Your Cheering Is the Extra 10% That Changes Everything

That emotional push. That voice they recognize.

That encouragement when they are tired.

✨ 

And, last important thing:

Teach Them This Before Every Race (And Life)

Before the race even started, I told my son something important:

“If you win, I’m happy.”

“If you don’t win, I’m double happy, because you tried it and thats all matter.”

Because children must learn this early:

✨ Failure is part of life ✨ Participation matters

Final Message to Every Parent Reading This:

Don’t shrink your joy.

Don’t mute your encouragement.

Don’t silence your love.

Clap louder. Cheer harder.

Say their name. Show up emotionally.

Because long after medals fade,

long after trophies gather dust,

your child will remember one thing:

“My parent was always there to cheer me on.”

And that, is a victory no one can take away. 🏆

Weekend Getaways from Bangalore 🌄– Your Perfect Escape!

Are you feeling overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of Bangalore’s city life? Looking for a refreshing escape from the never-ending traffic and pollution? 🌿Bangalore is surrounded by scenic weekend destinations perfect for a short break. Whether you are a nature lover, adventure seeker, or just want a peaceful staycation, there are plenty of amazing places near Bangalore for a quick weekend getaway.

You can explore the below links for Budget/Government Properties. 

• Karnataka Tourism 
• Karnataka Jungle Resort 
• Tamil Nadu Forest Department Eco-Stays 
• Tamil Nadu Hotels

In this article, we’ll uncover some of the best weekend trips from Bangalore — from misty hills and tranquil lakes to ancient temples and wildlife sanctuaries — all within a few hours' drive. Get ready to explore hidden gems, rejuvenate your soul, and create unforgettable memories!

🏞️🏹 Hills, Fort Treks 🕉️🏰& Viewpoints🏹

Destination	Distance	Type
Omkar Hills & Turahalli Forest	13 km	Temple, Sightseeing
Mini Blue Waters BBGW	17 km	Trek, Rockclimbing, Lake
Savandurga	50 km	Trek
Shivaganga Hill	50 km	Temple, Trek
Nijagal Betta	52 km	Trek
Antara Gange Caves	52 km	Trek, Beautiful Temple For Trekking book through Govt Website in advance (Select District "Kolar" - "Antaragange  Trekking"  (~1 hr 15 min) Must Visit
Makalidurga, Doddaballapura	55 km	Trek
Mandaragiri Hills	60 km	Jain Temple, Hill
SRS Hills, Ramnagar	60 km	Temple, Trek
Nandi Hills	60 km	Sightseeing
Skandagiri Hills	60 km	Sunrise Trek
Kailasagiri Hill	60 km	Temple/Trek(~1.15 hrs hrs)
Devarayanadurga	70 km	Temple, Short Trek
Vrushabadri Nature Campsite	75 km	Camping, Night walk, Bird watch (For more details contact - Ramesh - +91 99868 57171 & Rahul - +91 8884184541)
Hutridurga Trek	80 km	Hill Fort
Avalabetta	90 km	Hilltop, Trek (~2 hrs)
Huthridurga	90 km	Fort, Trek (~2.30 hrs)
Revanasiddeshwara Betta	90 km	Trek, Temple (~2.30 hrs)
Gudibande Fort	90 km	Fort Trek
Muthathi	127 km	Forest, River, Nature (~3 hrs)
Kabbaladurga Trek	105 km	Trek (~2.30 hrs)
Sri Narayanagiri Gudi	101 km	Trek (~2.30 hrs, Sunrise)
Mandharagiri Hill	114 km	Jain Temple (~1.45 hrs)
Malleshwara Swamy Betta	107 km	Lord Shiva (~2.15 hrs)
Madhugiri Fort	122 km	Fort, Trek (~2 hr 24 min)
Channarayana Durga	143 km	Hill Fort Trek (~2.30 hrs)
Kanjamalai Eco Hut	200 km	Eco-Stay, Trekking, Spiritual/Nature (~5 hrs)
Chitra Durga	246 km	Fort (~3 hr 45 min)

🏞️🌊 🏞️Waterfalls🏞️🌊 🏞️

Destination	Distance🛣️	Type
Muthyala Maduvu (Pearl Valley)	60 km	Waterfall, Nature
Poshettihalli Falls	75 km	Waterfall, Trek
Chunchi Falls	100 km	Waterfall
Kaigal Waterfalls (Andhra)	102 km	Waterfall, Trek
Hogenekkal (Tamil Nadu)	129 km	Waterfall
Shivanasamudra (Gaganachukki / Barachukki)	135 km	Majestic Waterfalls
Balmuri Falls	157 km	Small Falls, Leisure (~3.30 hrs)

**TK Falls /Thottikallu Falls(Closed Permentately)

⛺🌳Grassland 🌳🟩

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Hesaragatta Grassland, Nrithyagram	47 kms	Grassland (1 Hour 20 Min)

⛺ Exclusive Tent Stay;⛺ 

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Primal Camping Yelagiri (Farm House with Waterfalls trekking	181 kms(3.30 Hours)	Tent
Akshayakalpa Farm Stay	191 kms (3.30 Hours)	Tent
Jungle Trailz Bangalore	65 kms(2 Hours)	Tent
Shimogo (Tent stay on Tunga River) (Near Sakrebyle Elephant Camp)	364 kms(6 Hours)	River, Tent
Rock N Sea Tent Stay (Near Backwaters - Phone 6366030365)	408 kms(8 Hours)	Beach, Backwaters Tent

🧭🚙Adventure🧭🚙

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Extreme Karts & Adventures	43 kms	GoKarting- Off Road Riding (50 Mins)
BigRock Dirt Park	71 kms	Biking - Off Road Riding (1 Hour 20 Min)
Bangalore kayak club	25 kms	Kayaking (1 Hour 20 Min)

🏕️ Lakes, Dam, Reservoirs & Forests

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Manchinbele reservoir	75 km	Dam (~2 Hours)
Nelligudde Kere (N.G Lake)	75 km	Dam (~2 Hours)
Thippa Gondana Halli, T.G. Lake	60 km	Man-Made Lake (~2 Hours) (Chamarajsagar)
Kanva Reservoir(backwaters) Vine Adventure Camp Triquetra (Aqua escape Resort) Kanva sunrise viewpoint	90 km	Dam (~2 Hours 30 Minutes)
Markonahalli Dam	111 km	Dam (~2 Hours 30 Minutes)
Mekedatu and Sangama	120 km	River (~3 Hours)
Talakadu Kaveri River	160 km	River, Famous Shiva Temple (~3.30 Hours)
Tonnuru Kere	170 km	Beautiful Oldest Dam (~3 hr 33 min)
Vani Vilas Dam / Vani Vilasapura Dam	225 km	Dam (~3 Hours 30 Minutes)

*N.G Lake, Manchinbele Dam, and Nelligudde Kere Viewpoint can be clubbed.

*Kanva Reservoir - Must Visit - A man came and informed us that there's a ₹100 entry fee per person, as the place is his private property. Kayaking available - 250 per person)

🎢🎡🎠Theme & Entertainment Park🎢🎡🎠

Destination	Distance🛣️	Type
Fun World and Water World	17 km	Amusement Park (~45 mins)
S.A.R Fantasy Water Park, Kolar	80 km	Amusement Park (~1 hr)
Wonderla	45 km	Amusement Park (~2 hrs)
Lumbini Gardens	48 km	Amusement Park (~1 hr)
Vels Innovative Film City	70 km	Amusement Park (~2 hrs)
GRS Fantasy Park (Mysore)	160 km	Amusement Park (~3 hrs)

                         

                                                  🛕 Devotional Spots & Spiritual Retreats

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Art of Living Ashram	50 km	Ashram (~1 Hour)
Adiyogi Chikkaballapur	65 km	Shiva Statue (~1 Hour 20 Minutes)
Pyramid Valley	66 km	Meditation (~2 Hours)
Shri, Kotilingeshwara, Kolar	75 km	Temple (~1 Hour 15 Minutes)
Lepakshi	128 km	Temple (~2 Hours)
Srirangapatna	144 km	Temple (~3 Hours)
Talakadu Shiva/ShriVaidhyanatheshwara	150 km	Temple (~3.30 Hours) Banks of Kaveri River
Melkote- Cheluvanarayana Swamy	162 km	Temple (~3 Hours 30 Minutes)
Kukke Subramanya	170 km	Pilgrimage (~3.30 Hours)
Chamundi Hills, Mysore	190 km	Temple (~3.30 Hours)
Tirupati (Andhra Pradesh)	252 km	Famous Temple (~4 Hours)
Male Mahadeshwara Hills (MM Hills)	220 km	Temple, Nature (~4.30 Hours)

                                             🗺️ Most Popular Weekend Getaways (Overnight or 2 Days)

Destination	Distance 🛣️	Type
Bheemeshwari	114 km	Adventure, Nature River Rafting
Mysore	162 km	Palace, Zoo, Culture
Yelagiri	180 km	Hill Station
B.R.Hills	181 km	Hill Station (KSDTC Hotel Mayura BiligiriRanga)
Belur	220 km	Hoysala Temples
Sakleshpur	220 km	Sightseeing, Trek
Bandipur National Park	236 km	Wildlife (~5 hr)
Mudumalai Sanctuary	250 km	Wildlife (~5 hrs)
Masinagudi, Bandipur and Mudumalai are nearby. *Visit Himavad Gopalaswami Hills when you visit Bandipur/Mudumalai
Yercaud	250 km	Hill Station
Tiruvannamalai	240 km	Temple (~4 hr 25 min)
Gingee Fort	258 km	Fort (~5 hr)
*Tiruvannamalai and Gingee Fort are nearby
Madikeri (Coorg)	270 km	Hills, Coffee Estates
Chikmagalur	290 km	Coffee Hills
Pondicherry	320 km	Beach & Culture
Bhadra Tiger Reserve- Muthodi	308 Km	Tiger Reserve, Boating
Shimoga	340 km	Waterfalls, Nature (River Raaga Nature Stay ~2500 Per person)
Mattu and Malpe Beach	408 km(8 Hours)	Beach
Maravanthe Beach	483 km (9 Hours)	Beach
Dandeli	460 km	Beach
Dudhsagar	546 km	Huge Falls, Trek, Railway Trek
Sterling Lake Palace Alleppey, Kerala	565 km (12 Hours)	Boat House
Goa	560 km	Beach, Culture

                                                       🌍 Long 3-Day Trips from Bangalore

Destination	Distance🛣️	Type
Lonavala & Rajmachi Fort (Maharashtra)	930 km	Trek, Scenic
Amboli Ghat (Belgaum)	600 km	Waterfalls
Varkala Beach (Kerala)	630 km	Relaxing Beach Getaway
Madurai + Rameswaram + Kanyakumari	600–700 km	Pilgrimage, Beach, History

🛖🌳Jungle Resorts 🦁🐒

Destination	Distance🛣️
🟢 Within 100 km
Bannerghatta Nature Camp	~25 km
Galibore Nature Camp	~100 km
Bheemeshwari Adventure and Nature Camp	~100 km
🟡 100–200 km
K Gudi Wilderness Camp	180 km (~4.30 Hrs)
JLR Kings Sanctuary	196 km
Bandipur Safari Lodge	220 km
Gopinatham Mystery Trails	~250 km
Kabini River Lodge	225 km
🟠 200–300 km
Kemmannugundi Hill Resort	~246 km  (Must Visit)
River Tern Lodge	~275 km (~ 6 Hrs) (~17K for 2 Person) (Must Visit)
🔴 300–500 km
Blackbuck Resort	350 km
Hampi Heritage & Wilderness Resort	350 km
Sakrebyle Elephant Camp	364 km (6 hours)
Sharavathi Adventure Camp	400 km
Old Magazine House	400 km
Bhimgad Adventure Camp	400 km
🔵 Over 500 km
Kali Adventure Camp	473 km
Sterling Athirappilly	510 km (~11 Hrs) - Riverside resort near the waterfalls)
Devbagh Beach Resort	527 km
Sadashivgad Sea View Resort	530 km
Om Beach Resort	550 km

✨ Hidden Gems to Explore

Spot	Distance🛣️	Type
Revanasiddeshwara Betta	50 km	Trek, Temple
Mandaragiri Hills	60 km	Jain Temple, Hill
Hutridurga Trek	80 km	Hill Fort
Panchapalli Dam	135 km	Picnic Spot
Somnathpura	135 km	Hoysala Temple
Markonahalli Dam	120 km	Reservoir

You may also like - Trekking around Bangalore. 

These are just a few of the many weekend trip options that you can take from Bangalore. All these places are easily accessible and offer a perfect getaway from the city's hustle and bustle. So, pack your bags and head out to one of these beautiful destinations this weekend!

🌿Can Someone Ruin Your Day 🌿

Have you ever gone to a grocery shop, taken a bus, or spoken to an auto driver only to be greeted with unexpected rudeness?

Or your normal day suddenly disturbed because someone behaved rudely?

Just a sharp tone. A careless attitude.

And suddenly, your mood is spoiled

Does this happen to you?

You walk away feeling heavy and someone around you says, “You are too sensitive.”

"Why are you overreacting. Ignore thier behaviour?”

And slowly, a question starts forming inside you: Am I weak? Am I broken?

The words ‘sensitive’ and ‘don’t overreact’ are often misused. 

Being sensitive does not mean you are fragile or emotionally unstable. It means you are more empathic.

Carefree people often say, ‘If someone is rude, they have a psychological problem. It’s their issue, so ignore it and move on.’

But those words don’t really console you.

Psychologically speaking, when something feels rude or disrespectful, your nervous system reacts. Not because you are weak but because your inner values are deeply rooted in kindness, respect, and empathy. When those values are violated, your body responds before logic steps in.

You feel their tone, the energy, the intention behind them.

So no you are not broken. You are deeply human.

Does this mean you should become thick-skinned and stop caring?

Absolutely not.

Instead, ground yourself.

When something like this happens, touch something real.

A tree. A book. Your phone. Your bag.

Feel its texture. Come back to the present moment.

Tell yourself gently: “This is not mine to carry" and stretch a big smile, because kindness costs nothing, and peace is always worth protecting.

Your sensitivity is not a weakness. It’s your strength.

The Day I Lost My Cool

Some mornings start with Kaavaalaa song Vibe with the bgm of Mani Ratnam's Kannathil Muthamittal.

That’s exactly how our day began. My son and I were happily getting down the stairs and then one tiny moment changed everything.

A mistake happened.

Actually… not one. Two.

And yes, both were from my son’s side which has a zero-tolerance.

I lost my patience.

I did something I usually never do.

I slapped him. YES!

The moment my hand touched him, I knew it wasn’t just his mistake anymore, it became my (our) moment of heartbreak.

Before I could take a breath to fix it, to hold him, to say “sorry” or “come here,” the school bus arrived like the worst timed guest.

No time to talk.

No time to hug.

No time to repair.

He got in with a sad face.

We both stood there helpless.

And that… that was the worst feeling a parent can experience.

The Whole Day Felt Heavy

I carried the guilt like a stone in my chest.

I cried more times than I can admit.

In the office, at my desk, even while drinking coffee, I kept replaying that moment.

I kept asking myself: If I, as a grown-up with 30+ years of experience in controlling myself, broke down so easily,  How was my little boy handling it at school?

Was he sad? Confused? Angry?

Was he blaming himself? Or me?

That thought shattered me all over again.

The Guilt Spiral Every Parent Knows

We parents don’t just feel guilty.

We feel three layers of it:

Guilt

More guilt

And extra guilt with interest

I tried to distract myself, didn’t work.

I then ordered his favourite toy on BlinkIt, so he would feel excited after school. And while returning from office, I picked up all the snacks for him.

We finally patched things up… and just when I thought the storm had passed, he made another mistake. And boom !!! the loop continues. 😉

But, What I Learned something today. Parenting is not a straight line.

It’s a messy, emotional rollercoaster where both the parent and the child are learning how to love better.

1. Kids make mistakes. Parents do too. It’s normal. Human. Natural. (Even AI does mistake)
2. Losing control doesn’t make you a bad parent. It makes you a parent who needs a breath, not punishment.
3. Kids forgive faster than we forgive ourselves. Their hearts don’t hold grudges the way ours do.
4. The repair matters more than the mistake. What you say after the anger matters more than what caused the anger.

To Every Parent Reading This

If you have ever lost your cool…

If you have ever shouted…

If you have ever reacted too fast…

You are not alone.

And your child doesn’t need a perfect parent.

They just need a parent who comes back, hugs them tight, and tries again.

Parenting is not about never making mistakes

It’s about repair, connection, and growing together.

The Security Who Waited

Akansha, a bright-eyed first-year fashion design student, had just stepped into the world of college life,  new friends, new dreams, new beginnings. Every day felt like a fresh page in her story.

But she had no idea one that notebook would change everything. 

One busy morning, rushing to her design class, Akansha accidentally dropped her sketch notebook. The college security guard, known by everyone as Security Uncle, picked it up, noticed her name on the cover, and called out:

“Akansha! You dropped your book!”

She smiled gratefully, took it back, and hurried away.

From that day, he began greeting her daily with a warm smile and a gentle wave.

A week later, Akansha ordered a burger at the canteen. Only when she reached the counter did she realise:

She didn’t have her wallet.

Before she could panic, the canteen guy said, “Already paid.”

Confused, she turned and saw Security Uncle smiling shyly from the gate.

Her friends burst into laughter. “Ohooo… Security Uncle has a crush on you!”

She brushed it off embarrassed. 

One evening, after a long lab session, Akansha stayed back to finish her assignment. By the time she stepped out, the campus was nearly empty. Heavy rain poured down, and her friends had already left.

She stood alone outside the lab, worried. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

Security Uncle was walking towards her with an umbrella.

Akansha stiffened for a moment. “Uncle… your duty is over, right? Why are you still here?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he took out his wallet, opened it, and showed her a small, faded photograph.

A little girl. Smiling beautifully. With the same eyes as Akansha.

His voice trembled. “Her name was A…AAk...Akansha my daughter. She died of fever when she was just ten years old."

Akansha froze. 

He continued softly:

“If she were alive today… she would be exactly your age. You look just like her. When I see you, I feel like… like my daughter is still around me.”

Akansha felt her chest tighten.

Her eyes filled with tears,  hidden by the rain.

She had misunderstood him.

He wasn’t obsessed.

He wasn’t inappropriate.

He was a father… looking at a reflection of the child he lost forever.

Without saying a word, she stepped under the umbrella beside him.

Together, they walked towards the gate.

For the first time, she noticed the softness in his eyes,  not admiration, but pain, memory, and love that never got a chance to grow.

From that day onward, Akansha always made it a point to smile, wave, and ask, “How are you, Uncle?”

Not out of obligation.

But out of respect for a father whose heart still waited for a daughter whose laughter echoes only in memories.

A quiet, emotional story that teaches us:

Sometimes the people we see every day hold the deepest untold stories.

And a simple smile… can heal more than we think.

#untoldstories #securityguardstory #collegelife #misunderstandings #griefandloss #fatherdaughterlove #heartwarmingstory #emotionalshortstory #unexpectedkindness #dontjudge #deepeststories #powerofasmile #simpleactsofkindness #overcominggrief #humanstories

Seasons of Friendship And the Pain of Being Replaced

Friendship is one of the strange, yet most beautiful journeys we walk through in life. It grows with us, and sometimes… breaks us in ways we never expected.

But if you look back, the purest form of friendship always begins in one place:

School : Where Friendship Is Innocent and Unfiltered

School friendships are magic.

You don’t choose them based on status, comfort, convenience, or mutual benefits.

It’s the time when:

Sharing one lunch box meant sharing a piece of your heart

One bench held a thousand secrets

You never feared being judged

Back then, friendship was simple.

Uncomplicated.

Pure.

College : When Having a “Gang” Feels Like a Personality

Then comes college. 

Suddenly, the number of friends you have becomes a symbol of how “mass” you are.

Late-night canteen tea, group selfies, mass bunk plans, heartbreak advice...

But college friendships, though beautiful not lifelong. 

Adulthood : When You Realize Quality > Quantity

There comes a phase, usually in the mid-20s or early 30s, when life quietly teaches you something:

You don’t need a crowd.

You just need one or two people who actually understand you.

You begin cutting off noise.

You choose depth over numbers.

Your circle becomes smaller, softer, and safer.

You are content with just,

One friend you can cry to.

One friend you can call at 12 a.m. without thinking twice.

One friend who knows your scars and still stands next to you.

Those become your real people.

And Then… the Shock of “Community Friendships”

People who are in your life simply because you live in the same building.

Same elevator.

Same WhatsApp group.

Same festival committee.

They are friendly, yes.

Helpful, yes.

A part of your daily environment, yes.

But… they are not the ones who know your soul.

And that becomes painfully clear when someone you loved deeply starts replacing you with them.

The Hurt of Being Thrown Away for “Community Friends”

What hurts the most is not that she found new people…

It’s that she threw you away for them.

Your best friend:

the girl who shared your bed,

your midnight calls,

your coffee moments,

your heartbreak stories 

suddenly found a new circle.

And instead of holding both relationships with maturity,

she pushed you aside because she now has “community friends.”

Friends who are around her simply because they stay in the same apartment.

People who entered her life out of convenience, not connection.

Hearing her repeat

“community friends, community friends, community friends”

felt like being stabbed with the same knife over and over.

It wasn’t just a word.

It was a dismissal.

A downgrade.

A painful reminder that someone you loved deeply didn’t fight for you the way you fought for them.

Sorry, my dear… I wasn’t able to handle ‘mature’ enough to ignore the way you showed your true colours. 

It wasn’t that I failed. it’s just that you moved on because you wanted community friends. And yet… thank you. 

This lesson, as painful as it was, is making me stronger than ever.

#FriendshipJourney #RealFriendship #SchoolFriends #CollegeFriends #QualityOverQuantity #Adulthood #MakingMyCircleSmaller #FriendshipBreakup #Betrayal #CommunityFriends #FindingMyPeople #EmotionalHealing #FriendshipGoals #ToxicFriendship #MovingOn #PainfulLessons

💔 A Letter From a Tired Heart - A Loveless Marriage - Day 3

This morning, I woke up clutching my stomach, those sharp, twisting cramps that make you forget how to breathe. I looked at my calendar, confused. Ten days early. Damn it.

If you are a woman, you know that feeling, The frustration and the pain. As I swung my legs out of bed and placed my feet on the floor, it felt like stepping on thorns. My feet hurt, my back ached, and my mood? Let’s just say it was a storm waiting to break.

Still, I pulled myself up. Because that’s what we do, we push through. But as I shuffled to the kitchen, exhausted, the man I married gave me that look. You know that ONE look that silently says, “You are just being lazy.”

To avoid an argument, I muttered softly, “I got my periods. I am unwell.”

And then came the sentence that broke me. “My sister never behaved like this. Behaving as if she is the only woman in the world”

That one line cut deeper than the cramps. Because what he was comparing me to was his sister, ten years ago, before she was married, before the daily grind, before life’s invisible weights started stacking up.

How can you compare two women from two completely different worlds?

His sister didn’t have to travel through traffic for hours every day. She didn’t sit at a desk for 8 hours fighting back pain and deadlines. She didn’t come home to cook, clean, manage, nurture, while silently fighting a body that’s screaming inside.

And maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t going through what I might be, hormonal imbalance, stress-induced cycles, pre-menopausal changes, chronic fatigue, or anxiety that no blood test can measure.

Women’s bodies are not machines. We are cycles of change, physical, emotional, spiritual. And no two cycles are the same.

So, to every woman reading this:  Please, don’t let anyone make you feel weak for your pain. You are not overreacting. You are surviving battles no one else can see. Cry if it helps. And know this: your worth is not measured by how well you hide your pain.

And to the men who are reading:

When she says she’s in pain, believe her. Don’t compare. Just show empathy. Sometimes love doesn’t need words,  just understanding.

Because every cruel comment might fade, but its stays - long after the cramps do.

💔 A Letter From a Tired Heart - A Loveless Marriage - Day 2

Dear Diary,

Oh my God… what an immature person I was married to. Today he came to me and said sorry. But it didn’t feel real,  not even for a second. I have lived through too many years, too many cycles of his fake guilt, and his sudden softness that always vanishes the moment I stop agreeing with him.

If I stay quiet, he gets triggered, like silence itself offends him. 

He throws words like knives, each one meant to wound, to control. 

But today… today was different. I looked straight into his eyes and said “No.” Hiding all my pain.

Just one word  and everything changed. His tone shifted instantly. The man who pretended to be remorseful only moments ago turned harsh again, like the mask had slipped and his true face finally showed.

That’s when it hit me this was never love. It was an act. A carefully rehearsed play for the world to see. Maybe he has some family function coming up, maybe he needs to parade the illusion of a “happy marriage.” I don’t know. But I do know this his apology wasn’t for me. It was for the audience he wants to impress.

And for the first time, I didn’t fall for it. I didn’t melt. I didn’t hope.

I just felt… tired.

Maybe that’s what real clarity feels like.

💔 A Letter From a Tired Heart - A Loveless Marriage

Even a delivery boy or a complete stranger standing at the door is greeted with a smile, offered water, or at least told, “Come in.”

Today, as I sit quietly with my thoughts, I realize how people truly are. 

It has been nine long years since my marriage, and not even once my in-laws said that simple word — “Come In” — when I entered their home. 

Every time I entered that house, it felt like I was walking into a place where I didn’t belong — a place that reminded me I was unwanted.

I always carried guilt in my heart, as if I had done something wrong by being born a woman or by marrying into their family. The only thing they seemed to truly want from me was my share of my son and my husband, who, unfortunately, chose silence over support.

My so-called husband never cared to notice my pain. For him, the marriage was just a social status — a way to show the world he has a wife, a home, and stability. But behind those closed doors, it was nothing but emptiness. He got what he wanted - money, comfort, and a name in society. I, on the other hand, was left with loneliness and emotional scars.

There’s one incident I still can’t forgive myself for. I once took my in-laws on a beautiful family trip — something very few daughters-in-law ever do. I planned everything, thinking maybe this time they would see my love, maybe this time they would accept me. But the result? It broke me further.

Even after that painful experience, I repeated my mistake the following year — another trip, a bigger group, more hopes. And then came the cruelest part — the family photo. They clicked it without me and made it their display picture — a perfect, smiling family that didn’t include me.

That moment shattered something inside me. The world sees their smiles, but I see the truth behind it — my exclusion

I don’t even know why I still keep trying, why I still hope. Maybe because every woman who loves deeply has this one dream — to be seen, valued, and loved for who she is. But some marriages are just beautiful cages, where the heart screams silently, and no one listens.

Final Thoughts: If you ever felt unseen in your marriage, ignored by your husband, or unwanted by your in-laws, know that you are not alone. So many women are silently fighting this same emotional battle behind closed doors.

When You are Tired but the Kids Don’t Care 😅

You know that feeling when you walk into your home after a 10-hour workday+3 hours of commute, dreaming of REST. 

Yeah… that was me today.

I stepped into my home after standing all day at a conference booth stall, my mind screaming, “Hit the bed!.” And before I could even drop my bag, my son spotted me — and like an siren, he yelled, “Mummyyyyy’s home!”

Within seconds, five tiny tornadoes (aka kids from the neighborhood) rushed inside my house laughing, screaming, bouncing on bean bags. One was playing cricket near the TV (and there was our couple photo frame — I was silently praying he wouldn’t turn out to be a Dhoni and hit it), another climbed onto the small circle slab in the corner, and before I knew it… the living room looked like a kids’ carnival.

Then came the next “assignment” for me: the little ones wanted me to hold them so they could count from 1 to 100 on the monkey bar. 

And just when I thought it couldn’t get messier, my son grabbed his water spray gun and went “pew-pew-splooosh-splash!” 💦 Water everywhere on the floor.

But here’s the twist — I didn’t scold them. Normally, if it were just my son, my “mom reflex” would have activated: instant scolding mode ON! But today, surrounded by five kids, I controlled my anger, frustration, or whatever you want to call it, and went with the flow. My brain kept whispering… calm down, just a few more minutes. I knew they were only here for a short while. Why spoil that joy?

And then it hit me. If I can control my anger for other kids… why can’t I do it for my own son?

Maybe our kids deserve that same calm version of us — the one that doesn’t shout, that just smiles through the mess, knowing they are learning, exploring, being kids.

So yeah, today I didn’t just survive a chaotic evening — I learned something too.

Parenting isn’t about perfection; it’s about perspective.

And next time you are a tired mom with five monkeys jumping on your couch — just breathe, grab a coffee or chocolate 🍫 or Meghna's Special Chicken Biryani or Death by Chocolate and remind yourself, "You are not losing control… you are gaining patience"

💬 What about you? Ever had one of those “I should have yelled, but didn’t” parenting moments? Drop it in the comments — let’s learn and survive motherhood together! 😅

The Last Session

I have never seen him.

Only heard his voice—It was warm and comforting.

For months, his voice was my safe place, a corner of the world where I could open my heart without the fear of judgment. The first time I spoke to him, my words trembled, heavy with pain. Today, my voice carries a different weight. The pain has lifted, leaving me lighter… yet my heart feels heavier than ever, because deep down, I know—this is going to be our last conversation.

The counselor spoke softly, his tone calm yet filled with pride.

“Diya, I’m happy you have come this far. Remember, life will still bring difficult days, and that’s normal. But I’m confident you have learned how to rise again, and that strength is already within you. This isn’t an ending—it’s the beginning of a chapter where you can trust yourself a little more each day. I hope you won’t need me anymore, but if you ever do, I will be here always. You don’t have to walk alone—just reach out to us”

There was silence for a moment. Then he added, almost hesitantly, “But… hmmm, Diya… well…I think I will really miss our talks—the way you share your knowledge and your thought process. I have been a quiet admirer of that.”

My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the words—it was the way he said them. For the first time, I realized this bond was not just about healing. Somewhere in the pauses, in the shared silences, in the way his voice softened when he said my name… there was a tenderness neither of us dared to name.

“Me too,” I whispered, surprising myself. “More than you know.”

Something struck me in that moment—I wasn’t just learning to heal, I was learning to feel again. To care. To love. And though we both knew this chapter had to end, the warmth between us was not something time could erase.

As I ended the call, my heart whispered what my lips could not:

Sometimes love doesn’t ask for forever. Sometimes it just teaches you how to begin again.

Behind Every Frustration, There's a Story And a Silent Teacher

I didn’t plan to be this angry today morning. But there I was—my car screeching to a halt just inches away from the bank's brand pole. 

Even the way I slammed the car door—anyone could have guessed that, someone was either going to get an earful of words or witness the full extent of my frustration.

In a world where everything happens at the speed of a click, UPI payments, account creation, here I was, physically visiting the same bank branch for the fifth time. Yes, fifth. For the same unresolved issue. 

I was supposed to meet the lady at the front desk. But this time?. I bypassed her desk.

Straight to the manager cabin. 

I usually think ten times—or even more—before complaining about someone, because we are all human. My mind convinved me again: “Maybe she’s having a rough day, maybe she’s new and still learning, or maybe something heavy is going on in her personal life. Just ignore it and move on.”

But my mind displayed the real picture, She didn’t just misdirect me once. Not twice. But four times—confidently, with a lazy attitude.

And honestly, I was done. 

I stormed into the manager’s room, ready to unleash the storm in my head—only to find a man about my father’s age sitting calmly behind the desk. His silver strands and calm aura caught me off guard. My anger took a backseat, and something about his presence made me shift gears—instantly.

He listened quietly as I vented, fuming about that front desk person.

But then—he cut through.

"Come with me" he said, like a dad fixing something his kid’s been crying about.

He introduced me to another staff member and requested him to help me. That man, soft-spoken, asked a few questions and we exchanged a brief conversation. My work was about to get done. The manager stood next to us, ensuring it was heading toward a resolution.

Just when I was about to breathe relax, a sudden loud “HELLO? THIS HAS BEEN OPEN FOR MORE THAN TWO WEEKS!” echoed from the manager’s cabin. A woman—clearly the boss of the boss—was shouting at someone over the phone. The manager, went and quietly closed the door. (Didn’t help, though. The room wasn’t soundproof.)

The manager returned and spoke to the same staff member in Kannada. I couldn’t understand the exact words, but I could sense. It felt like he was saying, “Just this one more time… it’s okay.”

Now his polite demeanor flipped. He muttered under his breath in Tamil, assuming I don't understand:

“For her? No way. She thinks she rules the world. Her and her attitude. I’m not doing this nonsense.” 

Then, as he handed me a form I filled my first name and last name, he glanced at my surname—and froze. Anyone could tell I am from Tamil Nadu just by looking at my surname. 

Realizing I understood every word. He exchanged a quiet smile. 

The truth is, everyone’s fighting a silent battle.

And while my task was finally done, the whole episode reminded me of one simple truth:

A little kindness can go a long way. Even if you are on your fifth bank visit. Even if someone messes up again and again. People are still worth patience.

Before leaving, I walked back to the manager’s room and said,

“Thank you so much, sir.”

He looked up and replied with a soft smile:

“Why ma…Its our job.”

He was not interested in hearing a complaint—but he immediately focused on providing a solution, which was exactly what I needed.