Dev || Mevibeswriter

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...