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Chori Malai Bhagi Bhagi Nasatau

He said he has fallen quite a few times there. It was steep, and if you don't have a good hold of yourself, you are gone for good. It's beautiful though. The hills surround everything as if they are hugging and getting hold of the people there. The river sounds like a harmonica all over. No kind of alarm would ever make it to the level of warmth, welcome, and morning that village has. It will always be hard to see your father grow old. What feels harsh is that there will always be a version of him that I will never see. The blood, the adrenaline I have in my 20s, that old man probably had the same. He probably dreamt big too, looking at those hills with all the possibilities his future held. I sometimes wonder if this is the future he dreamt of having, and if not, how hard it must be to live with it. But who am I to make a verdict? He says he's living the dream, and I couldn't agree more. From where he belonged, the land he grew up on, to the land where I am today, is ...
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Grateful for the Chaos: The People Who Make Life Beautiful

Hey fellass,

First off, let me apologize for ghosting you all. I know I left you hanging with my blogs, and I’m genuinely sorry about that. Some of you even texted and checked in on me, which, honestly, melted my heart. Life was moving at lightning speed, and I got so caught up in everything that blogging slipped my mind. But hey, exams are over, my brain finally has some breathing room, and here I am, back, and better (or at least more organized). I promise not to pull a disappearing act again because this is what I truly love, talking to you all. Thank you for sticking around and caring about my random musings. It’s my turn to return the favor now!

So, how’s life treating you? I know you’re here to catch up with me, and trust me, I’ve got stories for you. It’s been a lot. Can we talk about how my first semester just vanished into thin air? Like, I blinked, and here we are, almost six months since I moved here! Time is really doing a Usain Bolt sprint.

Now, let’s not overhype it. I won’t say, “Oh, I’ve transformed into this wise, worldly person, and my life has been a movie.” Nope. That’s not how this works. But I will say this: the past six months have taught me one big thing, people are everything. The friends you make, the connections you build, the random conversations that turn into life lessons, they all matter so much more than you realize.

Speaking of friends, guess what? I made some! (Touchwood, because I’m not jinxing this.) Not just friends, though, I found a home in them. Dorm life, by the way, hasn’t been the nightmare I imagined. My roommate? She’s from Houston, and she’s amazing. I was all self-doubt at first, thinking, “Will I get along? What if I don’t get the jokes here?” But nope, she’s awesome. She invited me to her place for Christmas, so looks like I’ll finally get the real Christmas experience!

Now, let’s talk about my anmol ratan—my ride-or-die group. I hang out with them every weekend, and honestly, I’ve turned into that clingy friend I used to laugh at. (Karma, right?) These people taught me what real friendship is—how it’s not just about laughing together but crying through the messy stuff too. One time, we stayed up till 12:30 a.m., spilling our deepest traumas, and it was real. We cried, hugged, and supported each other like those emotional movie scenes. Turns out, having friends like this hits different, and I can’t even begin to describe how grateful I am for them. Touchwood again.

Oh, and there are others too, not “anmol,” but still precious! If my core friends are the main beads of a necklace, these folks are the ones that complete it. From celebrating my birthday to making momo, pani puri, and chatpate, they’ve added so much joy to my life. Every single one of them has made this journey special, and I’m just so thankful.

So here’s my advice, folks: treasure the people around you. Trust me, you don’t realize how much they mean until you’re far away. From someone who once said, “I don’t need friends,” to now panicking when my friends don’t reply to my texts, I’ve come a long way. Life changes you like that.

Today’s blog is all about friendship and gratitude. Oh, and don't forget to look out for the photos I have posted (as if)

(Pictures are not based on "Who is more important?" ranking)

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I guess I did, uncle.
Thank you so much
(Touchwood, for the last time now)

   














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