Realizations Stories

My daily life journal of reflections and realizations for mental cleansing and healing.

Letting go? Or I should keep holding on? Sometimes, it's better to let go of the things that we know that won't come in our way. But sometimes, it is also better to keep holding on and wait for the perfect time for us to grow, and to love again. Was love this painful? Or is it really love? What if this is only an illusion to keep ourselves think that what we've felt is really love, not a part of our life that can break us apart. _________ This story is about two young people. Their friendship was full of smiles and laughter because they were both comfortable and happy in each other's company. But, suddenly the day came when one of them left without even saying goodbye. It had been several years since they had seen each other, so what would they do if they were to cross paths again? Will the love that one of them felt since they were young still remain? Or maybe not. Abangan!

Nahi sambhla dil mere sambhale Ise kar daala tere hawale Tu mita de ya chahe bacha le Jaa ishq pe mere chala le apni marziyan ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ It was Katha Desai's first day at her new job. She knew it would be difficult - new faces, new responsibilities, no family name to fall back on. But difficult? No. It was a tragedy. Because fate, in its full cruel glory, had other plans for her. Why? Because she met him. Her childhood frenemy. The boy who once made it his life's mission to get on her nerves, like irritating her was a full-time job. They argued like cats and dogs, drove each other crazy, but when life threw problems their way, neither ever hesitated to help the other. They cared - they just never admitted it. And now... here they were. Under the same roof. In the same office. With the same old rivalry simmering between them. But this time, there was a twist. He wasn't just any colleague. He was her boss. Reyansh Gupta. CEO. The man everyone feared to question. Known for his mood swings, his sharp tongue, and his impossible standards. No secretary lasted more than a month under him - his grumpy face and cold attitude scared them away. But Katha wasn't the type to run. She had handled his drama before - as kids. Now, it was time to handle him again - as his secretary. The only question was... would their old hate finally turn into something else? Could they survive working together... without driving each other insane?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰? Liam is a hopeless romantic stuck on a single idea: he will only fall in love through an "organic encounter"-something magical, yet still genuine and natural. No apps, no setups. He vowed to remain that way until he turned 30. Time passed, but fate wasn't on his side. Now, pushing 30 and still single, he feels it's time to move on. Slowly, he starts letting go of his ideals and opens a new door to meeting others-even if it's not organic. Just as he sits in a café, waiting for his first-ever arranged date, a random girl trips and spills coffee all over him. Anger flares like a volcano, ready to erupt-only to dissolve into awe the moment his eyes meet hers. Liam is captivated instantly-which is still an understatement. Her face leaves him spellbound; it's the first time he feels something truly 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. Then, a realization hits... This chaotic, clumsy, perfect mess is exactly what he's been hoping for: an Organic Encounter! But after all that waiting, will a perfect beginning be enough to build a connection that lasts?

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If you crave, truth and feeling these poems are for you written by a sad girl.

Feeling attracted, falling in love and having a heart break. This cycle is a part of human life. So does a writer's. But when a writer falls in love and gets a heart broken, its just not a cycle that remains. It creates an art. Which will last longer than humans, longer than their own beloved. So, this is also few art peices, that will be presented in a weaved story of my (author's) journey of getting attracted, falling in love and then a final heart break in form of shayaris (rhyms) and poems.

for the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - The Book Eaters, Sunyi Dean ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. STARTED | 1/1/23 FINISHED | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting .♡︎.

The one who changed me to become a better version of myself was you. The one whom I wanted to save more than myself was you. -Pierce Kael

Dreams which are dark is considered a Nightmare Dreams which comes true are considered reality

journey of siddharth and avneet. GIRL who went to her grandparents house and she met with a BOY who is PG in her grandparents house... will they both FALL FOR EACH OTHER or..? Will they be apart or some miracle will happen..? Will there be happy ending or a sad one..? Join the beautifull journey of Siddharth Nigam and Avneet kaur. ❤❤ All rights reserved. I do not allow my work to be used or adapted without my permission.

Selena Ashford's life was nothing but a monotonous shell-until one fateful morning, she wakes up as Seraphina Ashenveil, the villainess of the very fantasy romance she despises: Whispers of Hearts. Known for its twisted plots and the inevitable death of its villainess, Selena's new life is a nightmare. Ugh.. Why this stupid book!? As Seraphina, she is surrounded by two figures who mark her doom: her ruthless father, Aldric Ashenveil, and the male lead, Caius Valerian, whose cold indifference promises only betrayal. But fate throws her an unexpected twist-she crosses paths with Killian Valmond, the second male lead, a fiercely loyal and annoyingly arrogant knight who dies in a most pathetic yet stupid way for the female lead. Tsk, Cliché. But he is not leaving her side. He sticks with her like she's something which either needs to be guarded or protected. She can't tell which. Stupid Man. Seeking refuge, Seraphina hides in a small village, where the kind-hearted locals accept her without asking questions. Despite her growing frustrations with Killian's persistent presence, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about her new reality. Something is off-no one seems to be playing by the rules of the story, and the characters seem eerily alive, drifting away from their roles as if the book itself was a mere myth. Or Maybe.. Is it? Slowly, Selena uncovers unsettling truths that suggest her life, the worlds, everything might be a lie. As the lines between fiction and reality blur, Seraphina must decide if she can carve her own path to survival or if she's destined for a fate far worse than the book ever predicted.

Letters that are left unsaid talks about feelings that were bottled up for quite some time and never had the opportunity to express their emotions. Things that were left unsaid to yourselves, romantic partners, family, friends, whoever it may be, it may just hurt the same and this book will bring a lot of it! I look forward to your support, interactions, votes and feedbacks!! Thank you! 🗯

Riko Nura is Rikuo's big sister and the granddaughter of Nurarihyon, but she's not like her brother...she doesn't know how to use her yokai power, so she has to live like a normal human. What will happen if she travels back in time and meet a young, mean samurai from the Shinsengumi? if you're curious, read her story and find out the answer. I'm really sorry if there are errors but english is not my first language.

Their first meeting was filled with playful teasing, but neither Maira nor Zayan could have predicted the connection that would grow between them. As time and distance tested their bond, Maira's quiet admiration for Zayan transformed into something deeper. From family gatherings to heartfelt conversations across continents, this is a story of love, fate, and the unbreakable threads that bind us. Will Maira and Zayan's love story defy the odds, or will their family's expectations pull them apart?

A girl named Sarah who thought she had everything. A loving boyfriend, A loyal bestfriend and a perfect family. But in a blink of an eye she lost everything. The school hottie and a basketball player Joseph, who found sarah strangely adorable but doesnt know how to express his feeling. She on the other hand, who have trust issues and really stubborn for her own good. So how on the earth these two find their ways to each other? find out your answers to your all questions in non other than- how it turned out to be

"So then I dyed my voice a beautiful shade of grey. Not too bright and not too loud." ۞۞ Epiphany + Me Epiphame: A sudden realisation dawning upon Me. ۞۞ In this poetry book I will be writing about things that I feel should be brought forward more or just topics I feel like writing about. Everything written here is by me and me only and has be researched into thoroughly. I hope you like my work. ۞۞ Head over to my Instagram @_mephoria ۞۞ Cover by: @peachspit

This is the story of all the silence that lived between our hellos and goodbyes, between hope and loss, between love and letting go. The collection of feelings that even mouth couldn't utter.

Trina was born in a political family. She grew up studying about politics along with her siblings, she spent her childhood following her parents' commands. She witnessed how stressful and draining her family's situation, the reason why she came into a conclusion that she don't want to be like them. Following her parents' footsteps will only make her miss the opportunity to live her life just like what she wanted, she don't want to be the good daughter just like her older sister. She want to be her own self. Her desire to enjoy her life to the fullest took her to be secretly rebellious, she enjoyed sneaking out from her family's villa every night, and she knows she enjoyed every foolish moment she did every single night. Playing around became her hobby and she loves it. Playing with people's emotions and pride was always intoxicating and exciting for her, not knowing that she will encounter someone that was completely out of her league to play with. How can she not know that this man was the complete opposite of how he represent himself? How can she not know that his presence was more than enough to fold her into tiny pieces?

A poem every day-new chapters are updated daily. Each day brings a different kind of poem. It might break your heart, make you reflect, or simply be something random. (Or you know whatnot.) Most of these are free verse type