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I rehearse everything in my head, but when the moment finally comes— bas ek offbeat si smile de kar reh jaati hoon.🙂
Words come halfway, but are left unspoken.
Not because I don’t want to speak, but maybe because himmat hi nhi hoti.
Not because I don’t want to speak, but maybe because himmat hi nhi hoti.
And sometimes, the reason is fear — fear that people won’t understand, or worse, that they’ll misunderstand and somehow that hurts even more.
So I choose silence...!
But here I am, sharing a few things I wish I could say out loud — but usually don’t:
• Your words hurt me, even if you don’t mean them to:
People say harsh things so “casually,” jaise unke liye woh sirf ek choti si baat ho.
But to me, it leaves behind a deep wound… one that doesn’t heal easily.
• I care. Bohot zyaada:
I might not always say it, but I feel everything — deeply, intensely. Little things affect me. But I smile through them. Because being “too emotional” is always seen as a weakness.
• My silence is not always anger:
Whenever life gets messy or I’m hurting, I go quiet. And people say, “Lo phir gussa hokar baith gayi.”
But I’m not angry. I’m just trying to deal with the silent breakdowns in my mind.
• I want to be understood — not just heard:
Sometimes, I don’t want replies. I just want to feel seen.
To have someone say, “I get you.” And really mean it.
• I’m scared of failing:
As a student, I carry a bag full of dreams… and pressure.
And sometimes, I fear falling behind even from my own expectations. The dreams are big… but I get tired.
• I hate pretending I’m okay:
Some days, I’m low.
But I still reply with, “I’m good, don’t worry.” "Sab theek hai."
• I want to be understood — not just heard:
Sometimes, I don’t want replies. I just want to feel seen.
To have someone say, “I get you.” And really mean it.
• I’m scared of failing:
As a student, I carry a bag full of dreams… and pressure.
And sometimes, I fear falling behind even from my own expectations. The dreams are big… but I get tired.
• I hate pretending I’m okay:
Some days, I’m low.
But I still reply with, “I’m good, don’t worry.” "Sab theek hai."
Taaki kisi ko burden na lagun.
Why do we always have to perform being okay?
• I crave safe spaces:
A place… or a person… where I can be myself — unapologetically. Where I’m not judged for being sensitive, or dreaming too big, or feeling “too much.”
• I crave safe spaces:
A place… or a person… where I can be myself — unapologetically. Where I’m not judged for being sensitive, or dreaming too big, or feeling “too much.”
These are just fragments of a voice I often mute.
Not because I want to - but because the world sometimes makes you feel like softness must be hidden.
But here, in my cozy corner of the internet —
I’ll let my words breathe.
No filters. No fear.
Just me…
and the things I wish I could say out loud.✨
If you’ve ever felt this way too —
just know, I see you, I feel you… and you’re not alone.🤗
With love,
~ Mitali♥️
But here, in my cozy corner of the internet —
I’ll let my words breathe.
No filters. No fear.
Just me…
and the things I wish I could say out loud.✨
If you’ve ever felt this way too —
just know, I see you, I feel you… and you’re not alone.🤗
With love,
~ Mitali♥️
