Gayathri N S

We’ve all been there. That moment of inspiration when we decide enough is enough! We’re going to get our lives together! We set ambitious goals—wake up at 5 AM, read five books a month, run a marathon (even though the only thing we’ve been running is out of patience). Day 1: We are warriors. We wake up before the alarm, drink green tea (why does it taste like disappointment?), and feel invincible. Productivity levels are through the roof ! Day 3: We hit snooze just once . Because, obviously, we deserve balance . Day 7: What goals? Who set those? Not us. Never heard of them. The Science of Abandoning Goals (Because We Are All Researchers in This😎) Psychologists say it takes 21 days to form a habit —which is roughly the same amount of time it takes for us to realize that achieving goals is exhausting. I know this is gyaan early in the morning, but why not? 😇 Common reasons we fall off track: Overconfidence on Day 1 is a real problem. We start like Olympians. We end like…well, peo...

If my life were a movie, it wouldn’t be a sleek, action-packed thriller or a glamorous rom-com. Nope. It would be that  chaotic dramedy  where the protagonist (a.k.a.  me ) stumbles through life with the grace of a penguin on roller skates. Title: “Ctrl + Z Please!” ( Because let’s be honest, I’d love an undo button for half my life choices. ) Act 1: The Misadventures of a Middle School Prodigy (Or Not) It starts with a younger me, confidently believing I was destined for greatness—only to realize that being the class topper  does not  prepare you for social awkwardness, failed art projects, or the horror of falling flat on your face in front of the entire school. Act 2: The ‘I’ve Got This’ Era (I Absolutely Didn’t) Fast forward to adulthood, where I thought I had life figured out. I mean, I landed a job, paid my bills, and even successfully cooked rice without burning the kitchen down. But life had its own script: Work stress?  Check Quarter-life crisis? ...

There are a few things in life that  haunt you forever —your embarrassing childhood nickname, that one school teacher who still remembers you as the “talkative” kid, and, of course, the  family WhatsApp group.  No matter how much you try to ignore it, it lurks in the background, constantly buzzing with  Good Morning  messages, conspiracy theories, and life advice you never asked for. Every single morning, my phone lights up like it’s been possessed. The  Good Morning  texts flood in—each one grander than the last. There’s always one  motivational quote slapped onto a blurry image of a sunrise , a  GIF of flowers blooming in slow motion , and a  video of an old man smiling at the sky  as if he just discovered inner peace. My relatives clearly believe that  starting the day without sending these messages is a crime punishable by karma. And then, right after the sunrise blessings, comes  the daily dose of fake news.  If ...

It has been  11 years  since I lost my mother to lung cancer, but time has not lessened the ache. They say grief fades, that wounds heal—but no one tells you that some voids remain, untouched and unfillable. I was just  her only child , and she was my world. My mother wasn’t just a parent; she was my safe space, my storyteller, my biggest cheerleader. Now, every milestone, every triumph, every heartbreak feels incomplete because she’s not here to witness it. When I got my first job, I longed for her proud smile. When I faced struggles, I craved her comforting words. On birthdays, I imagined her warm embrace.   Even small things—a favorite dish, an old song, a scent—bring back a flood of memories that I can’t outrun. My  father  carries his own quiet grief, and I see in his eyes the same loneliness I feel. We both learned to live without her, but some nights, I wish I could just sit beside her, hold her hand, and tell her about my day—like I once did, l...

For years, I kept telling myself,  “One day, I’ll start a blog.”  It was one of those things that always stayed at the back of my mind—an idea I loved but never acted upon. I would jot down my thoughts, write short stories, and even draft blog posts in my notebooks or on my phone, but they never saw the light of day. Life kept happening, and I kept postponing. But today, that  one day  has finally arrived! After all these years of procrastination, overthinking, and self-doubt, I have officially created my own space on the internet—a place where my words can breathe and my thoughts can flow freely. The process of setting up the blog was surprisingly exciting. Choosing a name, playing around with themes, and finally seeing my page come to life gave me a sense of joy I hadn’t expected. It felt like opening the door to a long-awaited dream. Now, as I type this first post, I feel nothing but happiness. This blog is not just a platform; it’s a promise to myself—to write mo...