Dev || Mevibeswriter

After a long time, I am writing again. I think I should write about some of my memories. I should begin with the Durga Puja fair , where I truly relished the occasion and felt like I wasn’t going through anything serious at that time. 😂😂😂 Actually, that’s not entirely correct. A better way to put it would be that I was taking a break from friendships . And yes, that phase was a real headache. Still, I somehow always manage to save myself, which is quite predictable. I’m usually right when I predict things. So, I was at ease—enjoying the jhulas and  the stalls selling toys, ice cream, and fast food at the fair. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I think that’s enough about the Durga Puja fair for now, but there’s more I want to write. After the fair, we decided to rent a room for our studies , to manage ourselves better, and to improve our skills. We actually did rent a room, and I’d like to describe a few incidents from that time. The owner of a closed hostel offered rooms for rent, a...

Kai dino baad dekho, aaj dhoop nikli hai, Neel aasman ke daaman mein, suraj muskuraya hai — Jaise teri ek jhalak, jo dil ko roshan kar jaati hai... Tumhare kaale baalon ke saaye se dhanka chehra, Tumhari wo halki si muskurahat, Wo sharmaana, wo ithlaana, wo nakhre — Sab yaad hai mujhe... Tum kyun nahi aa jaati wapas? Haan, galti meri thi — maine tumhe samjha nahi... Par galtiyon se seekhna hi to mohabbat ka sabak hai na jaan..., Ab maaf bhi kar do... Ab laut bhi aao na...

Shayad… main kahin gum ho gaya hoon, Jitna sochta hoon, utna hi andar doobta chala jaata hoon… Kai martaba apni baat arz ki thi, Magar lagta hai us waqt bhi rooh kahin aur bhatak rahi thi… Kya laazim hai ke har dafa main hi bayan karun? Kya har zakhm ka izhaar mera hi farz hai? Ek dafa… sirf ek dafa… Tum bhi kuch keh deti to kya bigad jaata? Aur ab… Shayad main dheere-dheere Khud se hi juda hota jaa raha hoon…

 Shaayad, main ab nahi jaanta, Na samajhta hoon, na maanta hoon... Phir bhi jaane kyun, Tere aane ka intezaar karta hoon... Main anjaan hoon — Tere alfaazon se, tere khayalon se, Tere haal se, teri duniya se... Bas dekhna chahta hoon tujhe, Jee bhar ke — ek dafa, Bina kuch kahe, bas mehsoos karna chahta hoon. Tu kaisi hai, ye bhi nahi jaanta, Par har din yehi sochta hoon... Tu kyun nahi aa jaati ab? Laut aa na... Mera vishwas bhi ab dheere-dheere tutne laga hai... Main nahi jaanta kyun... Bas itna jaanta hoon — Shaayad, main sirf anjaan hoon...

 After a long time i writing again...... Actually i don't remember last time when i wrote. Last some days are feels unusal like again thinking about her. Talking with my brother about her she was my friend only but my brother's girlfriend and like i just lost my choice... she was not good for us.... So i gess it was last August when i was writing and today its October 23rd when i am writing... I just spent more tine with family... Last durga puja was happiest moment at taht time.. We just used many types of jhulas in fair... i enjoyed each and every moment.... I was not sure about anything still i just spended my time with family... and i don't have any friends actually so till now I'm finding friends offline.. but i found some interesting buddies online we never met but still we all talk together and trust each other.... Recently i rented aroom for my studies with my brothers... Actually still I'm in my own district and just I'm trying to study and get focused ...

My day started early, at 4 AM on the 12th of August . My brother and I went for a walk to the nearby Durga Maa temple . We sat there for a while, talking about our next plans in life—what to do and where to go. Then, as always, we came back home and fell asleep again. Later, I woke up. Nothing special happened—I edited some clips, had breakfast and lunch, and studied a little. But in the evening, I heard loud voices coming from upstairs. When I went up, I saw my mom scolding my sister. Instead of staying quiet, my sister argued back. I tried to stop them, but she turned her arguments toward me, so I went silent and left. About seven minutes later, I heard that the situation had calmed down. Not long after that, I got a call from my elder sister saying she would be visiting in two days. Everyone got excited. We talked for a bit, and then I went up to the rooftop to enjoy the sky—but my mind just wouldn’t settle. The next day began in a similar way, except we had to wash all the clothes ...

  Dear Diary, Today was strange—a mix of interesting moments, little risks, boring stretches, and a kind of stress that lingered quietly in the background. It wasn’t the kind of stress that makes you panic, but more like a low, constant hum in the mind that doesn’t let you rest completely. The morning started unusually early— 4 AM . My brother and I decided to go for a walk to the nearest temple. The streets were silent, the air still cool from the night. I’ve always liked mornings like this; they feel like the world hasn’t woken up yet. We spent around half an hour there, talking about everything—how life is going, how she betrayed us, and how we can stop ourselves from falling too deep into sadness or depression. My brother spoke slowly, almost as if he were choosing his words carefully. I listened, sometimes nodding, sometimes staring into the temple lights. In the background, my Spotify playlist played softly, as if it were the soundtrack to that quiet moment. We came home ...

Dear Diary, A portion of being worse these days… It’s been many days since I last wrote—not because I forgot, but because life has been throwing challenges at me one after another. I don’t know how this will end. Only God knows, and maybe that’s enough for now. Lately, I’ve been keeping a physical diary, but I feel I didn’t write it well. It was supposed to capture my journey—my life—but even I’ve started questioning whether things were worse than I originally thought. The truth is, I’ve been surrounded by problems: family issues, academic pressure, friendships falling apart, and even physical struggles. I didn’t know who to share all this with, so, as always, I turned to writing. One of my best friends—the one I truly believed was different, better than most people these days—proved me wrong. Deep down, I had always feared that this day might come, and it finally did. She left. She ignored us, our feelings, and our emotions. And even now, I don’t understand why. She left my brother—th...

 Ek yaadon se bhari raat hogi... 🌙🥀 Tera haath mere haath me hoga... ✨ Wahi purani milne ki jagah hogi, Wahi purani yaadein hongi… 💭💔 Par is baar na tu kuch kehna, Na mai kuch kahunga… Aaj baatein sirf hamari aankhein karne dena… 👀✨ Lana saath ek kagaz aur ek kalam, Main bhi launga ek kagaz aur kalam… 📝💙 Beshak baatein hamari aankhein karengi, Par jo gile-shikwe hain, unko likhna tum uss kagaz pe… 💭💔 Main bhi likhunga, magar is baar jhagde nahi honge, Ek naav banayenge usi kagaz ki… 🚣‍♂️💙 Aur uss naav ko behne denge uss nadhi me, Jitna wo aage badhegi, utne hi dukh mit jayenge… 💨🚢 Ek nayi shuruaat karenge… Bina shikwa, bina gila kee… 💙✨