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A Woman’s Choice Between Obligation and Freedom

Raindrops splattered softly against the window, creating a gentle melody of nature’s unrest. Inside, a woman sat with a notebook in her lap, her fingers trembling over its blank pages. For years, people had told her her words were unnecessary, her thoughts too loud, and her

Dear My Career Ladder: Why Haven’t You Asked Me What I Enjoy Doing

“Our most invisible chains are those we cannot see–those society puts around our wrists with a smile and says are for our own good.” The Unasked Question Career Ladder was there when I fell, offering support when life seemed chaotic, while promising stability when life felt

Dear Destiny, Why Did You Choose Me?

I ask, Destiny: Why Did You Pick Me “The Whisper of the Unseen“ She stands on the shores of an ocean, toes buried in the sand, the wind bringing with it endless possibilities and rhythmic waves crashing onto shore like something whispering secrets only she can

An Unwritten Romance: Living Fully in the Absence of Love

“Perhaps love was never meant for me; maybe it is best appreciated from afar–like an exotic bird who never visits my garden.” Teenage Years (15-19): The Quiet Observer You were sitting by the window at school, watching your friends exude excitement over crushes with blushing cheeks

A Letter to Me Who Stayed Strong Too Long

Dear Me, You have been an unyielding fortress, indestructible, unmoving and withstanding every storm with silent resilience. You are the oak tree standing firm while winds howled around it, the mountain that withstood time’s erosion, the river that carved its path through stones unrepentant. But even

A Letter to the Rain That Wasn’t Just Weather

Dear Rain, You were much more than mere droplets falling from the sky; instead, you were the silent witness to my unravelling, the rhythm to my silent breakdowns, and tears I couldn’t shed. You fell when I couldn’t; heavy and unforgiving raindrops that soaked through into

A Letter to My Subconscious—I’m Ready to Heal

Dear Subconscious, I now perceive you not as an oppressive shadow but as an ever-flowing river that weaves its way through my soul. For so long, you have carried with them unspoken tears, fears unvoiced and memories buried away like old letters in drawers – today,

Author: sweta leena Panda