EXHAUSTED MIND....RELAX

--- When the Mind Feels Heavy Sometimes, the mind feels like a storm — restless, noisy, and impossible to quiet. In those moments, we don’t need grand solutions. We just need small comforts. A soft melody can cradle your thoughts, letting them drift gently like clouds. A warm cup of coffee can steady your hands and give your senses a gentle hug. And a little food, simple yet satisfying, reminds the body that it is cared for, even when the mind is weary. These small rituals — music, food, a comforting sip — are more than distractions. They are tiny lifelines, guiding us back to calm, reminding us that peace can exist, even in fragments. Sometimes, that’s enough. ---

FAITH

--- Faith, Beyond Words Faith is not a story written in books, nor a lesson explained by reason. It is a silent flame, burning in the deepest corner of the soul. It asks for no proof, it seeks no explanation. It simply is — a trust in what the eyes cannot see, a strength that rises when the world feels heavy. Faith wears a different face for everyone — for some, it is prayer, for others, it is hope, and sometimes, it is just the courage to take one more step. It cannot be measured, it cannot be explained. It is only felt — a mystery, unique, eternal. ---

EXPECTATIONS, A BIG NO!

--- Expectations Kill Peace (and Possibly Your Wi-Fi Connection) Let’s face it: expectations are the drama queens of our inner world. They strut in, uninvited, promising happiness and “manifested reality,” and then — boom — everything falls apart because someone forgot your birthday or didn’t text back in 0.3 seconds. Welcome to the human experience. Expectation: The Sneaky Ninja of Disappointment You know how it goes. You send someone a “good morning” text and expect a sweet reply. What you get instead is "K." Not even "Ok." Just K. Suddenly your day is ruined, your coffee tastes bitter, and you're rethinking your entire friendship. Why? Because expectations snuck in, built a five-star hotel in your brain, and when reality didn’t match the room service menu, they threw a tantrum. Peace? That Thing You Had Before You Expected a Lot Remember peace? That calm, Zen-like feeling when you didn’t overthink every word in an email? That was before you expected your coworker to understand sarcasm or your partner to read your mind. Here’s the truth: peace and expectations can’t live in the same apartment. One of them has to go. Spoiler alert — peace pays rent on time. Expectations just clog the sink and blame you. Replace Expectations with… Nothing. Literally, Nothing. “But if I don’t expect anything, won’t I be emotionally numb?” No. You’ll just be emotionally prepared. Instead of expecting your boss to notice your 57-slide PowerPoint, just assume they won’t. Then when they do, it’s a bonus. When they don’t, you’re not crying in the supply closet wondering if this is why Steve from accounting got the promotion. Upgrade to Intentions (Like Expectations, but Less Toxic) Expectations: “They better remember our anniversary, or I’m flipping a table.” Intentions: “I’ll remind them it’s our anniversary because I value our relationship more than surprise resentment.” See the difference? One ends in a rom-com. The other ends with you explaining broken furniture. In Conclusion (Before You Start Expecting a Conclusion) Life becomes a lot lighter when you stop expecting it to go according to your Pinterest board. People are unpredictable. Wi-Fi will cut out during your big presentation. Your Uber Eats driver will eat your fries. That’s just how it goes. So stop expecting, start laughing, and maybe — just maybe — you’ll find that peace isn’t something you earn. It’s what’s left when you stop expecting the world to behave. ---

THERE'S MORE TO SEE...

--- Life Always Gives Us a Reason to Live Life is unpredictable — a mix of sunshine and storms, of laughter and tears. Some days feel heavy, as if the weight of the world sits on our shoulders. But even in the toughest moments, life has a strange way of whispering, “Stay… there’s more to see.” It could be the gentle smile of someone you love, the warmth of morning sunlight, the sound of rain tapping on your window, or the dream you’re still chasing. Sometimes, the reason is small. Sometimes, it’s life-changing. But it’s always there — hidden in the details we often overlook. No matter how dark the night seems, life quietly plants little sparks along the path, urging us to keep moving forward. And one day, without even realizing it, we find ourselves smiling again, grateful we didn’t give up. Because life will always, in one way or another, give us a reason to live. We just have to be willing to see it. ---

MAGIC PROPORTION

--- Only the Cries in Head, Motherhood… A Magic Motherhood is a peculiar kind of enchantment. You can be wrapped in the deepest silence, yet still hear phantom cries dancing in your mind — echoes that don’t exist in the room, but thrum through your heart as though they were real. It’s the way your soul stays awake, even when your eyes close. The way you stir at the softest rustle, the way your heartbeat seems to march in harmony with a much smaller one. It’s exhausting, undeniably. Overwhelming, without question. Yet, woven between sleepless nights and restless dawns lies a quiet, unshakable magic. A magic that forges strength from fragility. A magic that transforms everyday chaos into sacred memories. A magic that leans close and murmurs — you’re doing enough, you are enough. Because motherhood is not merely the art of raising a child. It is the alchemy of raising yourself — into someone braver, gentler, and infinitely more capable of love than you ever imagined. ---

BALANCED LIFE

--- Money, Love, and the Reality of Life They say, “Money can’t buy happiness.” And it’s true — happiness comes from love, peace, and the little moments that warm your heart. But let’s be honest — love alone can’t fill an empty stomach, keep you warm on a rainy night, or put a roof over your head. Money may not be the source of happiness, but it is the tool that makes life’s basic needs possible. Without it, even the purest love struggles under the weight of hunger and hardship. The balance lies in understanding this: earn enough to live with dignity, but never let your heart be ruled by money alone. Let money be the means, and love be the reason — because only together can they make life truly complete. ---

PEACE - KEY OF HAPPINESS

--- Peace Over Possessions We live in a world that constantly measures our worth by the numbers in our bank account and the things we own. From a young age, we’re taught to chase more — more money, more luxury, more recognition — as if the next achievement or purchase will finally bring us the happiness we crave. But here’s the truth we often learn the hard way: happiness doesn’t come with a price tag, and peace cannot be bought. Yes, money can bring comfort, remove certain struggles, and open doors to opportunities — but it cannot quiet the noise inside a restless mind. Peace is not found in a bigger house, a faster car, or the latest gadget. It lives in the small, almost invisible moments: The warmth of a morning cup of tea in silence. A heartfelt conversation with someone who truly listens. The relief of forgiving someone, or even forgiving yourself. The calm that comes when you choose gratitude over comparison. Happiness is the pathway, and peace is the ultimate destination. When you choose joy in the little things, when you stop letting material possessions define you, and when you begin to value your inner well-being above outward show — you step into a life that feels lighter and more meaningful. In the end, the world may judge success by what we own, but our hearts know better. The greatest treasure is not in our wallets, but in our souls — and the richest life is the one lived in peace. ---

EPITOME OF AGERS

--- Stress, Frustration, and Tension – The Unseen Agers We often look for secrets to long life in healthy diets, exercise routines, or miracle supplements. But there’s one truth many ignore — the key to increasing age is hidden in what we carry in our mind. Tension, frustration, and stress don’t just weigh on our hearts — they silently etch lines on our faces, drain our energy, and quicken the clock of our life. The more we hold on to them, the faster they take away our peace, health, and joy. The answer is not in avoiding life’s problems — because they will come anyway. The real change happens when we learn to let go. Breathe. Pause. Accept what you cannot control, work on what you can, and release the rest. A calm mind is a younger mind. A peaceful heart is a stronger heart. Overcome the chains of tension, frustration, and stress — and you’ll find the true secret to living not just longer, but better. ---

Hardships are shadows

Through the Storm, We Keep Walking Life has a way of testing us. It throws hardships like waves against a shore, sometimes so strong they almost knock us down. But even in the fiercest storms, the tide never stops moving — and neither should we. Pain may slow our steps, but it cannot stop our journey. Tears may blur our vision, but they cannot erase our destination. Every trial shapes us, every struggle teaches us, and every scar reminds us that we survived. So, no matter how heavy the days feel, we keep walking. Because beyond the storm, the sun is still waiting.

DREAMS vs DESTINY

--- ......& The Art of Moving On.....

We used to dream of many things — Bright futures, perfect love, a peaceful life. We painted our hopes with vibrant colors, held them close like fragile glass, and believed with all our hearts that they would one day come true. But life, in all its mystery, often has a different plan. Sometimes, what we wished for slips quietly through our fingers. Not because we didn’t try hard enough, Not because we were undeserving — But because destiny had another path written for us. It hurts, yes. To watch dreams fade into silence. To walk roads we never imagined. To accept what is, instead of what we hoped for. But here’s the truth: There is a quiet strength in acceptance. There is power in letting go and grace in moving forward. Because maybe… just maybe… the life ahead — though different — is still beautiful. So breathe. Let the tears fall if they must. Then, stand tall. Not with regret, but with resilience. You are not the sum of broken dreams. You are the strength that rises beyond them. ---

Little buds

--- Children are Not a Burden, But a Blessing In a world that often measures success by productivity, time, and convenience, the innocence of childhood can sometimes feel like a “burden” to those rushing through life. Sleepless nights, endless chores, the constant demands of little ones — it's easy to feel overwhelmed. But pause for a moment. Behind every tired sigh and chaotic day, lies a truth often forgotten — children are not a burden; they are a blessing. Their laughter is pure magic, their curiosity revives a long-lost wonder in us, and their unconditional love teaches us the real meaning of selflessness. They remind us to slow down, to live in the present, and to find joy in the simplest things — a paper boat in a puddle, a butterfly chase, a bedtime story. Yes, parenting comes with challenges, sacrifices, and days when we feel like we’re failing. But those very moments shape us into stronger, more compassionate humans. The love of a child does not weigh us down — it lifts us higher. They don’t demand perfection; they only seek our presence, our time, and our genuine affection. In their small hands, they hold the future. In their smiles, they reflect the best version of ourselves. So, let’s shift the narrative. Let’s embrace the beautiful chaos, the messy rooms, the noise, and the endless questions. Because these are not burdens — they are blessings in disguise, shaping a life that’s fuller, richer, and infinitely more meaningful. ---

SO CALLED PLANS

--- Life Has So Many Plans Life—it's a journey with a map we never really get to see. Each day unfolds with its own surprises, twists, and turns. We think we know where we're heading, we make plans, set goals, and dream of destinations. But life… life always has so many plans of its own. Sometimes, these plans align with ours, and everything feels smooth, like a river flowing effortlessly. Other times, life takes us through unexpected detours—places we never imagined, situations we never wished for, yet somehow, those become the most defining moments of who we are. It’s easy to get frustrated when things don’t go the way we envisioned. But maybe, life isn’t about sticking to a perfect script. Maybe, it’s about learning to dance in between those sudden changes, to adapt, to grow, and to see beauty in the unplanned. Our own dreams and ambitions are like small plants. They need care, patience, and time to grow. And as we water them, life will test us with storms, sunlight, and unexpected seasons. But that’s how a plant becomes a tree—by standing firm yet being flexible in the winds of change. So, while life continues to surprise us with its own plans, let’s not forget to nurture our own. Let's move with them, adjust them, and most importantly—keep them alive. Because when life’s plans and our own align, that’s when magic happens. ---

HAPPINESS THE KEY

--- Be Your Own Reason to Be Happy Happiness — such a simple word, yet such a difficult state to hold onto. We often search for it in places, people, achievements, or moments that come and go. But the truth is, being happy isn’t easy. Life throws challenges, people disappoint, situations hurt, and sometimes, even when everything seems fine, the heart still feels empty. That’s when we need to remind ourselves — happiness doesn’t come to us; we create it. Be your own reason to smile. Be your own reason to dream. Be your own reason to stand up, dust off, and keep going. It’s okay if today feels heavy. It’s okay if laughter feels forced. What matters is that you choose, even in the smallest ways, to nurture happiness from within. A cup of your favorite tea. A few minutes of silence. A silly dance when no one’s watching. A compliment to yourself. Tiny joys, tiny victories — they matter. Life may not always be kind, but you can always be kind to yourself. And that kindness becomes your silent strength — your secret to happiness. --- “Being happy is not easy… But you can always be your own reason to be happy.” ---

TIRING YET......

--- Grace in the Grind Some days weigh heavier than others — when every minute stretches long, every task feels uphill, and your breath echoes with silent effort. Today was one of those days. Tiring… yet not defeating. Exhausting… yet not breaking. I walked through the chaos with grace, met every demand without crumbling, and held myself together when the world pulled in pieces. No applause, no spotlight. Just me — standing firm, managing it all without letting it show. Because strength isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s just making it through — unshattered, unspoken, but deeply proud. --

ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼🌄

When Hope Hits Like Lightning Some days, it's not the pain, not the past, not the people — It’s hope that strikes me the hardest. A quiet whisper that says, “What if things change?” “What if it's your time now?” “What if… you still can?” And that whisper doesn’t heal gently — It shakes me. It blasts through my numbness. It burns through the walls I’ve built around my heart. Hope isn't always soft. Sometimes, it's wild — A rebel emotion that dares me to get up, To try again, To believe, Even when life gave me every reason not to. And here I am… Triggered, trembling, alive — Blasting my life with hope, One fearless word at a time. ---

TRAVEL UR HEART OUT🫰🏼

--- Travels Made Me Realise Many Phases of Life Travel isn’t just about places. It’s about phases. Versions. Awakening. Every journey I took showed me a mirror — not always to the world, but to myself. There were moments when I felt unstoppable, walking through airports like I belonged to every sky. And other times, I felt small and uncertain, lost in language, culture, or even my own thoughts. Some trips felt like escape — a breath away from responsibilities. Others felt like healing — like the universe gently whispering, “You’re still allowed to dream.” I met people who stayed for a day and left a lifetime impact. I saw sunsets that reminded me how endings can be stunning too. I sat alone in cafes and learned that solitude is not loneliness — it’s space for clarity. Through travel, I saw how life has phases. The rush. The rest. The chaos. The calm. The heartbreak. The hope. Each place carved a phase in my heart, taught me to embrace change — not fear it. I returned from every journey with more awareness, not just of the world, but of me. And now, when life shifts into another phase — whether hard or healing — I no longer panic. Because I’ve been a wanderer. And wanderers… always find their way. ---

PRIVATE YET SOCIAL🥂

--- Introvertly Extrovert Me🥂 Some people think I’m outgoing. Some call me reserved. Truth is… I’m both — and a little more. I shine around the ones who know me. With familiar faces, I’m loud, playful, and endlessly talkative. There’s no filter, no fear — just pure comfort. I open up like a blooming flower in spring, warm and unguarded. But take me to a room full of strangers, and suddenly I shrink. I smile politely, overthink my words, search for a quiet corner. Not because I’m shy — but because my heart isn’t ready to give itself away that fast. I don’t fear people. I just need time, connection, and that unspoken sense of “safe.” I am not the life of the party, but I am the soul behind deep conversations at 2 AM. I don’t chase crowds, but I cherish closeness. And if I vibe with someone — oh, they’ll know the extrovert in me. This duality? It’s not confusion. It’s balance. I’m introverted where the world demands masks. I’m extroverted where love feels real. Selective, not shy. Guarded, not cold. So, if you’ve seen my silence, know that I’m listening deeply. And if you’ve heard my laugh, know that you’re in my circle of comfort. I am — introvertly extrovert. A quiet fire. A loyal storm. A soft heart that opens wide... when it feels home. ---

Not Surviving but THRIVING 🔥

--- Lost in Memories, Yet Ready for a Comeback 🌞 Some days, I drift into the quiet corners of my past — Wrapped in old laughter, paused dreams, and memories that linger longer than they should. I’ve been there — lost, unsure, giving so much of myself that I forgot to keep anything for me. But in the stillness, something stirs. Not regret. But an urge. A hunger. A quiet fire that says — "Come back. It's your time." I’m not returning to the old me. I’m rising as someone who’s been reshaped by experience, softened by love, and steeled by struggle. Because now, I don’t just want to survive — I want to thrive. Yes, I dream of being in a better place — A life full of genuine love, gentle care, and steady financial freedom. I’m not asking for perfection, just peace. Not riches, but stability. Not promises, but presence. This is not just a phase. It’s a rebirth — slow, steady, but unstoppable. I’m ready to build a life that mirrors my worth. A life where I feel seen, supported, and secure. To those who doubted me — and to the old parts of me that doubted myself — Watch me bloom. Not in silence, but with a bang. Because I’m not just coming back... I’m coming back greater. ---

𝔸 𝔾𝕃𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊𝔼🧚🏼‍♀️

--- 🌸 Finding Peace in Pieces — A Glimpse of myself🌸 In the quiet corners of her day, between the warmth of family and the hum of routine, Divya is rediscovering herself — one thoughtful step at a time. A housewife by role, but a dreamer by heart, she carries within her a soul that longs for stories, self-love, and soulful connection. She’s not just someone who nurtures a home; she nurtures hope. And now, she’s turning that hope into words — through blogging, through art, through self-reflection. Divya's favorite escapes aren’t loud or faraway. They’re peaceful. A solo journey, a deep chat with a loved one, or just surrendering to sleep — these are the gentle anchors that keep her grounded in a world that often moves too fast. Romantic comedies with a sprinkle of mystery are her sweet spot — a reflection of how she sees life: a beautiful, unpredictable blend of love, laughter, and a little suspense. And like the characters she admires, Divya, too, is on a journey of becoming — not into someone new, but into someone more herself. She is also learning to put herself first. Not out of selfishness, but out of the wisdom that says: you can’t pour from an empty cup. Her journey is not perfect — it’s full of doubts, pauses, resets. But that’s what makes it real. That’s what makes it hers. In every photo she cherishes, in every blog she writes, in every whispered moment to the sky — Divya is leaving a piece of herself. And in return, she is slowly, gracefully, finding peace in those very pieces. ---

Ⓡ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓛ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓢ︎Ⓗ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ Ⓑ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓢ︎

--- ദിവ്യാ എന്ന ഞാൻ – അതിരുകൾക്കപ്പുറം ഒരു യാത്ര 🌸✨ ഞാൻ ദിവ്യാ. നാളെ ഒന്നുകിൽ ഇന്ന് തന്നെയാണെന്ന് വിശ്വസിച്ച്, ദിനംചര്യകളുടെ മതിലിലേക്ക് കൈകൊടുത്ത് ചില പെട്ടന്നുള്ള മാറ്റങ്ങൾക്കായി പല കനലുകളും മിനുക്കി കഴിഞ്ഞിട്ട് കുറേ വർഷങ്ങൾ… പഠിച്ചും, പാടിയും, പണിയുമായി നേടിയ സർട്ടിഫിക്കറ്റുകൾ, ഇപ്പോൾ അലമാരയുടെ കാറ്റുപിടിച്ച കോണിൽ മൗനമായി കുത്തിനിൽക്കുന്ന വാളുകൾ പോലെ. പക്ഷേ ഞാൻ ആരെയും കുറ്റപ്പെടുത്തുന്നില്ല. ഒരു അമ്മയുടെ മനസ്സിൽ എഴുതിയ തീരുമാനം മാത്രമായിരുന്നു അത് – > “എന്റെ മകൾ തന്റെ കാൽത്തടങ്ങൾ സ്വയം വരയ്ക്കുംവരെ, ഞാൻ കൂടെ നിന്നു നോക്കണം.” ഓരോ നാഴികക്കല്ലും ഉറ്റുനോക്കി, ആ കാഴ്ചകളിൽ മനസ്സാർന്ന പുഞ്ചിരികളുമായി, ഞാൻ നിർവൃതി കണ്ടെത്തി 😌 Yes — achieved! 😻 പക്ഷേ... ജീവിതം എപ്പോഴും ആടിനടക്കുന്ന കഥകളാണ്, അല്ലേ? അങ്ങനെ മകനായി ഒരു "ആകസ്മികമായി" വന്ന കുഞ്ഞുമൊഴി… വീണ്ടും ഞാൻ ആ നാഴികക്കല്ലുകൾ നിരപ്പിച്ച് തുടങ്ങുന്ന സമയം. ചിരിയോടെ, പതിയെ… പക്ഷേ ശരിക്കും? വഴികൾ പലതും ആർക്കെല്ലാം അറിയാൻ? കുറച്ചു വഴികൾ തേടി, ചിലത് വന്ന് ചേർന്നു, ചിലത് പാതി വിട്ടു പോയി. അതിൽ ചിലത് വൻ വിജയങ്ങളും — പിന്നീട് ജീവിതമെന്ന മുഷിപ്പിച്ച ദിനചര്യയിൽ തലമുടിയൊന്നു കൂടെ ഒളിപ്പിച്ച് വീണ്ടും ഞാനെനിക്ക് തന്നെ ചോദിച്ചു: > "ഇനി നീ എവിടേക്കാണ് പോകുന്നത് ദിവ്യാ?" "നിന്റെ വഴിയെ നീ തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞോ?" അങ്ങനെ പല നൂതന വഴികൾ, അലിഞ്ഞ ഓർമ്മകൾ, അമ്മത്വത്തിന്റെ അഗാധമഴയും, സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾക്കുള്ള ഒരു ചെറിയ കെട്ടിടവും ചേർത്ത് എഴുതുന്നു: > ഞാൻ ദിവ്യാ. അമ്മയായും, ആഗ്രഹങ്ങളായും, ഒളിച്ചോട്ടം കളിച്ചിട്ടും വീണ്ടും ജീവിതവുമായി മുഖാമുഖം കാണാൻ ഒരുങ്ങുന്നവളായും… ---