Dev

My day started early, at 4 AM, on the 12th of August. My brother and I went for a walk to the Durga Maa temple nearby. We sat there for a while, talking about our next plans in life — what to do, where to go. Then, as always, we came back home and fell asleep again. Later, I woke up, nothing special — edited some clips, had breakfast, lunch, studied a little. But in the evening, I heard loud voices from upstairs. When I went up, I saw my mom scolding my sister. Instead of staying quiet, my sister was arguing 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 the situation had calmed down. Not long after, 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 wouldn’t settle. The next day began the same way, except we had to wash all the clothes, bedsheets, and clean the whole house....

  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 — 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 like he was 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 was the soundtrack to this quiet moment. We came home around ...

 Dear Diary, A portion of beeing worse these days...  It’s been so 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’m questioning if things were worse than I thought. The truth is, I’ve been surrounded by problems — family issues, academic pressure, friendships falling apart, 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 always feared this day might come, and it finally did. She left. She ignored us, our feelings, our emotions. And I still don’t understand why. She left my brother — the same brother s...