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Manhar.

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Manhar . Manhar and I were friends since we were babies. I have a very vague memory of him now so much so that I barely remember how he looked back then, but I do know that we were really close. We spent all our time together and he was the only guy amma didn’t mind me being friends with. In fact, my mom loved him! He was a great influence after all. A quiet kid, too mature for his age, always super kind to everybody. She wanted me to learn something from him so she made me hangout with him every day. But to me he wasn’t the “good kid”, he was infact the most annoying person I’d ever known! We would sit to do the homework together and while packing my bag, he would distract me and I’d forget to pack the book only to realise it the next day. On days I’d simply be walking and he’d put his leg forward and I’d trip and fall. And when I complained about him to mom, she’d be like “You should’ve been more careful, you cannot blame everything on that poor kid”, and he would be standing in ...
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Manavi.

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  MANAVI . I met Manavi in college. We were part of the team that was in charge of everyone’s internships. And since we were the Covid Batch, we completed our first year online so basically this was our first meeting. Though very unlikely of me, I was one of the few first ones to arrive and she came when all of us were chatting with the professor. She wore smart casuals, had a bob cut that was blonde in the front and she set her foot in wearing velvet, emerald-green heels. She walked in with a radiant smile and confidence so sharp that it held the potential to pierce a hole in a diamond. Boss lady, I thought to myself. It was as though the woman I had dreamt of becoming was taken out of my mind and placed right in front of me. You know how some people enter your lives and even if for a short while, their impact stays with you forever? She was one of them. It was my second day in the city and I was still looking for places to stay and as fate unfolded, her PG had the last bed em...
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Adulting.

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ADULTING. Every time we complete a milestone in our lives, we feel as though we're now a grown up. Like the first time we had to wear a blazer as a uniform or our first boards or our first relationship. And every time we reach a higher milestone, we think that the last one wasn’t big enough. I mean think about your first heart break. If it were to happen to you now, would you cry like the world was ending? But surely if you go back, it was a huge deal. It fairly even was because you cannot ask a thirteen-year-old to understand the complexities of a relationship. An early teen would only look at it from a perspective of a kid and for them, everything has to go right because their parents have created a perfect world for them. Then as they start tasting the real world, they don’t like it. We’re all like fetuses at every stage of our lives and our womb is the comfort zone which we and the people who love us have made around us. And every time we have to stretch that boundary, it hurts...
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Trying to fit in.

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Do you remember as kids, we have all once tried to be a part of the "cool kids” groups? We've tried so hard to be friends with these people, that we’ve put our mental peace at stake. We've been made to feel dumb for not understanding their jokes so we've laughed at all their jokes which most of the times didn't make sense to us; just so that we don't feel left out.  We tried to fit in . We endeavored to make them notice us because we were the not-so-popular kids and they were the coolest! Everyone loved them, everyone either talked to them or about them, everyone wanted to hang out with them, everyone gave them their favorite pens to write with in case they had forgotten to get theirs. Why would anyone not want to be a part of something like that, that had so much attention! When they entered the classroom, everyone would know. They’d shout, “WHAT’S UP EVERYBODYYYY!” and everyone would turn to look at ‘em. They strolled in the corridors giving High-Fives and hu...
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I'm a Non-Muslim and I love Hijab.

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  Disclaimer/ Trigger Warning : The following blog includes a documented personal experience of wearing a Hijab. It includes my opinions and thoughts on it and relevant topics. I do not intend to offend anyone or promote violence and hate among any sort of communities. I have done enough research and asked my Muslim friends whether wearing the Hijab as a Non-Muslim was apt and have received a positive affirmation. Viewer’s discretion is advised. Hijab is an Arabic word that literally means barrier. The Quran says that believing women should lower their gaze and only show their hands, feet and face in order to guard their private parts; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof; that they should draw their khimar (a head covering or veil worn in public by some muslim women) over their bosom and not display their beauty. But Hijab is not just that. It is also rather a beautiful sign of modesty. Quran doesn’t just suggest ...
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