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@pyaarihu 
            "I totally agree with you on this. People really have no right to judge anyone's life or choices when they know nothing about what goes on behind the scenes. It's their own misery speaking. I just hope you can protect your energy and remember that the people who truly matter will always support you without condition. ❤️

@pyaarihu please take care. Afterall it's just you and your heart at the end.

@pyaarihu 
            "I might not know what you're fighting through, but I’m standing in your corner. Please eat something good, rest, and take care of your heart today. Your safety and peace matter the most to us. ❤️✨

@PriyaSingh338226 idk maybe yes, maybe I don't 

@pyaarihu I replied, "She was a mother."
            The little girl looked at me in shock and confusion. "She was just a mother? Then how was she great?" I chuckled at her response. "Baccha, a mother cannot be described with the word 'just.'"
            She tilted her head, still unconvinced. "But di, every girl becomes a mother."
            "Exactly," I smiled. "And yet every great person the world remembers was first held in the arms of one."
            She blinked at me curiously.
            "Yashodhara was a princess baccha so calm, pure, and innocent, just like you. She was the wife of Prince Siddhartha, who later became Gautama Buddha. But when he left the palace in search of enlightenment, she stayed behind and raised their son. History remembers Buddha's journey, but imagine the strength it took to remain, to nurture, and to endure the questions, loneliness, and uncertainty."
            The little girl fell silent for a moment. "Di, so she was great because she was a mother and raised a kid?"
            "No," I replied softly. "She was great because she loved. She stayed. She carried a responsibility that was never entirely hers alone. Sometimes the world celebrates those who leave to change it and forgets those who stay behind and hold it together."
            She thought about it carefully before grinning. "Then mothers are very powerful?" she asked.
            "They always have been, baccha," I replied.
            "Then why isn't my mumma called powerful and great like Yashodhara?"
            I chuckled again. "My baccha, she is great. Everyone is. It's just that we are all unsung heroes of our own stories. You know, very few people know about Yashodhara. Even you didn't know about her, na? Her name means someone who carries glory and fame. But did that glory make any noise? Like fame did? No, it didn't na Yashodhara..."
            She smiled proudly at the sound of her own name. "But now I know. And I'll make my name sound powerful and heroic like hers. I'll be brave like her. I will also carry glory without fame that create noise."I kissed her forehead, and she giggled :)

@pyaarihu 
            
            "Yaar Author ji, ye waali baat toh kuch zyada hi relatable ho gayi. Default setting hi aisi ban chuki hai ab.
            
            It’s so true—hum dusro ko unconditionally pyaar karna, unka khayal rakhna toh bohot acche se jaante hain. We give our 100%. Par jab vahi love hume wapas milta hai na, toh trust hi nahi hota. Dil hamesha doubt karne lagta hai ki 'Is this real? Is it going to last, or am I just setting myself up to get hurt again?' Even if someone tells me unlimited times that they love me or care for me, back of the mind hamesha ek darr hota hai. Safe feel karna hi sabse bada task ban jata hai.
            
            You literally put a whole psychological struggle into one simple line. Cold coffee or a warm hug your way today! ☕✨"

@pyaarihu 
            "Author ji, can I join your clown club? Because this message feels like it was ripped straight out of my own life.
            
            It is the most exhausting feeling in the world to keep trying to have normal conversations, only to end up being the scapegoat for everything that goes wrong. In my case, it’s not just parents—it feels like almost everyone around me. It’s always, 'Your anger will make you regret everything,' or 'Nobody will want to stay around you,' or the absolute classic: 'Stop crying over small things and stop being so dramatic.' It’s so twisted how people can hurt you or stress you out, and then the second you react, you are the one labeled as the villain or the problem. They blame you for the fire when they were the ones holding the matches.
            
            Please know you aren't a clown for wanting a basic, loving connection with your family. It just means you have a good heart. But if they're always going to blame you anyway, we might as well hold our heads high and stop carrying their weight. Sending you the biggest hug today. You are not alone in this."

@AlgonightAquanomics sach kahu tho ab mai thak chuki hu, nahi ho pa Raha aur ab, na padhai, na ye writing hobby na kuch, it was all okay till I have the boon of getting memory loss of those moments that have been too heavy for my brain to survive but now as I'm growing up, my muscles memory are going stronger so even if I don't remember whatever shit happened before my muscles still carry the pain and whenever something like that moment hits me it's feel like maano kuch bacha hi na ho..khair jo bhi hai rab ne diya hai sehna tho padega hi...

@pyaarihu 
            "Author ji, your words hit me right in the chest. I understand exactly where you are coming from.
            
            I, too, have blocked out half the things that happened to me—the bullying, the cruel judgment, the devastating words from people. My brain tried to forget it all just to survive. But whenever a specific trigger or a heavy moment hits, the flashbacks rush back. It truly feels like you are suddenly forced to relive those horrible things all over again, watching yourself drown from someone else's POV. And when you say it leaves you broken, I felt that in my soul. There are days when even breathing feels like an exhausting task, and everything feels too heavy to carry.
            
            But please listen to me: we cannot let them win.
            
            Even though I know these waves are going to make us feel like we are drowning sometimes, I also know we both have too many big dreams to achieve to give up now. If our bodies carry the pain, they also carry the strength to survive it all, one way or another. We are going to make it to the other side of this.
            
            I hope peace finds you soon, Author ji. Sending you the warmest, tightest hugs your way. We've got this."❤️✨

@pyaarihu yeah... sometimes we just need someone to seat quietly

@pyaarihu sometimes you just need someone who allows you to just be. No explanation no demands just companionship.

@AlgonightAquanomics I don't know whether you'll believe this or not, but I've been the worst failure in friendship. I've been called manipulative, an attention seeker, dramatic, arrogant, weak, and overly sensitive by the very friend I thought was my only one. And do you know when? When I needed them the most—when I fell into depression for the first time. After that, I walked away from everyone. Every person.
            
            Because if I'm the problem, then maybe I should stay away to save you all :)
            

@pyaarihu 
            
            "If I don't believe you, then who will? Because reading your words feels like looking into a mirror. The exact same thing happened to me.
            I, too, have been deeply hurt by the very people I used to call my 'only one.' They degraded me, turning me into some cheap, arrogant attention-seeker and a total loser in front of so many people. It’s funny in the cruelest way possible, isn’t it? The ones we thought were our own, the ones we shared everything with, were the exact ones who ruined us. Just like you, I broke all contact and walked away, acting like nothing hurts anymore.
            And man, as I'm writing this to you, I'm actually crying. I still smile every day, but sometimes all I feel inside is completely empty. Sometimes I look at everyone around me and feel as if I'm somehow disappearing. Even talking about this hurts so much, and the question 'WHY?' just keeps echoing.
            Please never think you are the problem, or that you need to stay away to 'save' anyone. You aren't a failure at friendship; you just gave a real heart to the wrong people. You are not alone in this dark place, I promise you."

@AlgonightAquanomics Okay, first of all, let me make it clear that this is just my opinion, not a fact, so I might be wrong in answering your question. Sorry in advance.Let me tell you the first thing, I don't think any emotions or love are fake in the initial stage. It's your love, your attachment, and your dependency that make you believe whatever is building between you is pure and sacred, that the bond you're creating is strong and meaningful. But again, that's from your perspective.Maybe the other person doesn't feel or perceive it the same way. Something that you consider a precious act of friendship or affection might be nothing more than a random friendly gesture to them. People's attachment depends on whom they choose, not on who chooses them, because it's their heart that decides whom to love and whom not to. And it's not even necessary that the person they love is worthy of that love. Sometimes attachment only allows them to see the positive side of someone.
            
            So, in my opinion, the answer to why people hurt others is that not everyone does it because they're cruel. Some do it because they're angry. Some because they're insecure and need someone softer than themselves to carry the weight of their frustrations. And some never even realize the damage they've caused because they've spent so long justifying their own behavior while carrying their own grief.So if they're not willing to walk away, then we should take the initiative. If someone ever tries to degrade you, makes you question your self-worth, or constantly tells you that you've wronged them, just say—May God treat me the same way I treated you.And then walk away...

@pyaarihu 
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@pyaarihu please write in both hindi and Punjabi.. i personally love it that way and then it's your choice whatever you're comfortable with (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

@pyaarihu yess Idk but I feel like punjabi and hindi add more emotions. But whatever is comfortable with you is ok for me

@pyaarihu I'm happy with whatever narration you share with us in whatever language. No pressure whatsover.

@lazzybooks Maybe I know some of the names you mentioned, and maybe I don't. But honestly, in my opinion, love is not a battle where you measure whether your love for someone loses against the love you have for God.
            You fall in love, you feel it, you cherish it. You surrender yourself to it. And that's all.Now, if you start disguising it with desires of being together, being chosen by each other, building a life together, and then grieve when those things don't happen, then I'm sorry—but you're not grieving over ‘love’. You're grieving over the desires and hopes you attached to it, the future you imagined that never came to pass.
            Love is love, okay? It's simply a feeling.
            You didn't choose your love for God over someone you loved. You chose yourself. You surrendered yourself to the universe. You finally let go of a love that had become entangled with so many expectations and desires that it was no longer something you could carry alone.So don't ever feel guilty.You didn't betray love.You just stopped carrying the weight of everything that had been placed on top of it :)

Irony is that despite love meaning so much to me, i am not a very brave person in love. I thought i used to love someone, but i am not brave enough to fight for them. Between my love for them and my love for my God, my love for my God won. In a way I'm maybe brave for choosing my dharma over him, but i am also guilty of him.

What imroz had for amruta is love for me, not what amruta had for shaheer. Did you know mein tenu pher milangi is for imroz and not saheer?