Maybe I Was the Problem

Maybe I Was the Problem

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 23, 2026
People always left Ira. Some left angrily. Some left quietly. Some left while promising they never would. And the ones who loved her the most? They died trying to come back to her. Now the entire world looks at her like she is cursed. A girl followed by funerals. A burden wrapped in silence. A tragedy waiting to happen. But nobody sees the truth. Nobody sees the panic attacks hidden behind bathroom doors. The nights she stays awake because sleep brings memories she cannot survive twice. The way she still checks her phone hoping someone, anyone, will choose to stay. Maybe I Was the Problem is a haunting story about grief, emotional neglect, loneliness, and a girl who spent her entire life believing love was something meant for other people. And somewhere between the rain, the stars, and all the people she lost... Ira slowly begins disappearing too.
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Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

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