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Love is a peaceful feeling, it makes everything more beautiful and falling in love is not an unsatisfactory thing but depressing yourself because of an imperfect relationship is a major crime, a crime in the globe of love which destroys all your senses completely and situations get worst when one single word enters and that is ''Breakup'' which not only smashes a heart but shatters some dreams at the same time. So, this afternoon, I was busy with my work and I received a note from a woman, she demanded a blog post on '' Breakup Phase '' So, it was clear from her text messages that she was seeking help and wanted a solution to come out from that phase and it was not like she didn't try herself, she did but could not help herself, for all that don't worry here I am for each one of you who are somewhere dealing with this issue. ALARMING MATTER:- Past is something from which we can't come out straightforwardly and it becomes tougher whe...

 मैंने  ख़ुद को  बदलते देखा है   एक पौधे से पेड़ बनते देखा है   हर मौसम से ख़ुद को जूझते  देखा है   गिरने के बाद ख़ुद को संभलते  देखा है   अपनी कमज़ोरियों को अपनी ताकत बनते  देखा है  रोने के बाद ख़ुद को हंसते देखा है   हाँ, मैंने ख़ुद को बदलते और बढ़ते देखा है। 

Hello, Hashtaggers  We the social media junkies trust the things we see. We trust those whoever wear happy faces. We basically name it '' Goals''  such as Couple Goals, Relationship Goals, Friendship Goals, Family Goals, and whatnot but do we understand that they are also human beings which means they have gone through alot in their lives, they are not the angels who got the things effortlessly, they struggled , they sacrificed, they cried, they know the value of things they have, they were ready for the sacrifices for the things they dreamt of which means they were mentally strong and they didn't quit, they know the real meaning of self-immolation and struggle and after years of  peaks and valleys they are standing and building their empire but no one sees the hard work they have put in whether we talk about relationship or raising a child or achieving something in job or in life behind everything there is blood, sweat, and tear and it is very saddening that it...

Dear  Average-looking people,  With this letter, I would like to introduce myself to you as a new pen pal. We live in a society of monsters who doubt us, criticise us, pass unwanted judgments, who question our character and have zero humanity. I know that this society doesn't appreciate your innocence and they consider your decency as foolishness. Our society pats the back of cunning people. I understand that you have gone through a lot of nasty comments and even today, you deal with it with a wide smile on your face in front of the world but deep down you question yourself. I know you have been judged by your average-looking face/body and you are getting affected by the judgments you receive. I know you have seen the true faces of society, who put judgments on the basis of your appearance, body-shapes, class, status, race, religion. I know society doesn't respect anyone until they are powerful. For the community, money is the key to everything which means mo...

I want to go back to the time when people used to hold handwritten letters instead of cell phones, I want to go back to the time when everything was non-fictional, I want to go back to the time when love was bona fide, I want to go back to the time when the gathering was real when we were not supposed to plan a meeting a month earlier and later get hit by the disappointment of cancellation of the plan, I want to bring that time when everything was actual when the doorbell rang instead of WhatsApp  I want to go back to the time when we lingered for the letters, I want to go back to the time when cell phones were basic, I want to switch my life to 90's when we were growing up with the families and not with the cell phone's battery,  I want to go back to the time when happiness was not dependent on cellphone's battery but seeing a friend's presence in the assembly I want to go back to the time when conversations were authentic when we were mor...