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Before you continue reading, I want to make one thing very clear. This is not a suicide note. I am writing this because I have been dealing with major health issues, and facing illness has made me think about life in ways I never imagined. I sincerely hope I recover, fulfill my dreams, and spend many more years with the people I love. But life is unpredictable, and I believe there is nothing wrong with expressing my wishes while I still have the chance. If, one day, my journey ends before I expect it to, these are the words I hope my loved ones will remember. My biggest insecurity has never been about money, love, success, or my career. It has always been my parents. I am the only child in my family. Every sacrifice they have made, every sleepless night they endured, every dream they put aside, and every ounce of unconditional love they have given has been poured into me. Everything I am today is because of them. The thought of them having to continue life without me is the greatest fe...

There are some moments in life that quietly change the way you see the world forever. For me, one of those moments came through the pain of someone close to us,  my friend’s younger sister, a 32 year old mother who lost her five-month-old unborn baby through a miscarriage. She was so happy about becoming a mother. You could see it in the way she spoke, the way she smiled, and the way her family waited with excitement for the baby’s arrival. There were conversations about names, tiny clothes, future plans, and dreams that had already started living inside their hearts long before the child was born. That baby was not just growing inside her womb; it was growing inside the hopes of an entire family. Then one day, everything changed within a single message. I received a text from my friend saying that her sister’s water bag had been damaged and that she had been rushed to the hospital. My heart immediately sank. Something inside me felt terribly wrong. I quickly called her husband,...

Life tests all of us. No matter who you are, difficult times will come. Failure, heartbreak, rejection, financial struggles, illness, and self-doubt are all part of life. The real question is not whether life will knock you down, because it will happen to everyone at some point. The real question is: How fast can you get back up and continue with enthusiasm? Strong people are not the ones who never fail. They are the ones who keep moving forward even after falling. Every successful person has faced struggles, setbacks, and moments where they wanted to give up. What makes the difference is the decision to keep going. Life has tested me in many ways. After four years of being in that relationship, the marriage ended within just five months. In 2016, I got married, believing I had found the love of my life. I trusted that person deeply and imagined a future built together. It was one of the most painful phases of my life. I felt broken, confused, and emotionally drained. There were mom...

  There was a time I was always there. No matter the time. No matter how I felt. No matter what I was going through in my own life. If someone needed me, I showed up. I listened. I understood. I gave advices.  I made time, even when I had none. I adjusted my life around people who were not even willing to adjust a moment for me. Some of them were friends… people I thought would stay forever. Some of them were lovers and their families… people I once called home and trusted deeply. And I gave them all the same version of me, loyal, present, and real. But no one really saw what it was costing me. Sometimes it cost me my sleep. My rest days. My fitness routine. My hard-earned money. And sometimes… my peace of mind, my energy, and my valuable time. And still, I gave more than I had. I used to celebrate people’s achievements like they were my own. I used to be their motivation when they felt like giving up. I was there during their lowest moments, holding them up when they couldn’t...

Some stories don’t just unfold, they consume you and the loved ones around you . And this one… stayed with me long after the screen went black. I didn’t walk out of Wuthering Heights (2026) feeling entertained. I walked out feeling heavy, like I had just witnessed something deeply personal, something I wasn’t supposed to fully understand, but somehow did. It Started Before the Story Even Began The first thing that caught me wasn’t a scene. It was the intro . The title appeared slowly, crafted from what looked like the real human hair of Margaret ( Cathy) and Jacob (Heathcliff)  intertwined, delicate, yet unsettling. I remember staring at it a little longer than I should have. There was something intimate about it. Almost intrusive. Hair is personal. It belongs to you. And seeing it used that way, twisted together, inseparable, felt like a quiet warning. This wasn’t going to be a simple love story. This was going to be about entanglement… the kind you don’t walk away from easily. I ...

  She walked into the room the way people do when they know they’ll be noticed. Confident. Polished. Effortless. Everyone turned, some because of her beauty and her revealing short dress, others because of the quiet authority she carried. She was the kind of woman people admired before they even spoke to her. Smart, successful, and striking in a way that made you look twice. At the far end of the room, another lady sat alone. No dramatic entrance. No heads turning. Just a calm presence, dressed simply but professionally, scrolling through her phone while waiting for the event to begin. They couldn’t have been more different. As the evening unfolded, conversations filled the space. The confident woman moved from group to group, speaking loud with ease, sharing her achievements, her travels, her opinions. People listened. Some were impressed. Some nodded politely. But there was something… MISSING . She interrupted often. Laughed a little too loudly at her own jokes. Dismissed opinio...

We’ve all said it at some point. “I miss him.” It comes quietly, sometimes unexpectedly late at night, in between distractions, or in moments when loneliness feels louder than logic. But have you ever stopped and asked yourself a harder question? What exactly do you miss? Do you miss the dates he never took you on? The flowers you never received? The doors he never opened for you? The times he never waited until you got home safely? Do you miss the effort that was never there? Or are you missing something else entirely? Because sometimes, what we call “missing someone” is not about them,  it’s about the version of love we created in our own minds. You miss the potential. You miss the idea of what it could have been . You miss the version of him that existed only in your expectations. Let’s be honest. You’re not missing the unanswered messages. You’re not missing the inconsistent behavior. You’re not missing the arguments that left you emotionally drained. You’re not missing feeling...

We’ve all asked ourselves this question at least once. After the love fades, after the fights end, after the “goodbye” is said… what happens next? Can two people who once shared everything really go back to being “just friends”? The honest truth is "It Depends" There is no one size fits all answer here. Some people can genuinely build a healthy friendship after a breakup. Others can’t and that’s completely okay. Because the real question isn’t “Can you be friends?” It’s “Are you emotionally ready to be just friends?” When Friendship Might Actually Work Sometimes, a relationship doesn’t end because of toxicity, betrayal, or pain. Sometimes, it simply runs its course. In those rare situations: Both people have accepted the breakup There are no lingering romantic feelings There is mutual respect and emotional maturity Then yes… friendship is possible. But let’s be real, this is not the common scenario. When “Friendship” Is Just a Disguise Most of the time, staying friends with a...

There’s a certain kind of person in this world, the one everyone calls first. The one who listens without interrupting, who shows up without being asked twice, who carries other people’s pain like it’s their own. Maybe that person is you. You are there when someone is heartbroken. You are there when someone is confused about life. You are there when someone needs advice, support, or just silence with understanding. You become their safe place. Their comfort zone. Their emotional home. But tell me this… When it’s your turn to fall apart, who do you run to? The Invisible Weight You Carry Being “the strong one” is exhausting. People assume you don’t need help just because you’ve mastered the art of hiding your own struggles. They see your strength, but not your silent battles. They hear your advice, but never ask about your pain. And slowly, you start realizing something painful: You are surrounded by people… yet you feel alone. Never Expect Anything From Anyone This is one of the hardest...

 We don’t like to admit this. It’s easier to say, “I just had bad luck.” Easier to blame timing, circumstances… or the other person. But the truth is, the partner you choose often says more about you than it does about them. Think about it. The way they treat you… what you tolerate… what you ignore… what you chase… None of that is random. It comes from how you see yourself. When you don’t fully value yourself, you end up choosing people who don’t value you either. Not because you deserve less, but because, deep down, that’s what feels familiar.  You accept the bare minimum effort and call it love. You ignore red flags and call it understanding. You stay longer than you should and call it loyalty. And the hardest part? You don’t even realize you’re doing it. Because you’re not just choosing them… You’re choosing what you believe you deserve. Let me ask you something.... How many times did you think you were blindly in love with your first partner, ignoring every red flag, only...

  There was a time in my life when I hated this sentence. “Everything happens for a good reason.” It sounded like something people say when they don’t know what else to say. Like a way to make pain sound pretty. Because when you’re in the middle of heartbreak, loss, confusion… nothing about it feels good . It just feels unfair. I’ve had moments where things didn’t work out no matter how badly I wanted them to. People I thought would stay… cheated and left. Plans I was sure about… fell apart. Situations I prayed for… slipped through my hands. And every time, I asked the same question “Why?” But life doesn’t always give you answers immediately. Sometimes… it gives you distance first. And with time, something strange happens. You start seeing things differently. You realize that the person who left was also the one who was holding you back. The plan that failed was leading you somewhere you didn’t belong. The situation that broke you was the one that forced you to rebuild yourself str...

I am writing this after 10 years of the incident. A story that is mine, real, raw, and painful but also full of lessons. I once believed that love was enough. The kind of love that forgives everything. The kind of love that waits, that understands, that stays. I was in love with him for almost four years. We got married… but the marriage lasted only five months. In total, it was six years of my life. Six years in my twenties, what people call the “golden years.” Six years of loving one person, choosing one person, believing in one person. And yes… sometimes I sit and think, “I gave so much of my life to this.” But even then, I don’t regret it. Because some experiences don’t come to stay forever. They come to teach you what forever should never feel like. I come from Sri Lanka, where family means everything. Where marriage is not just between two people, but between two families. I walked into that marriage with a full heart. I was ready to love them. Ready to respect them. Ready to adj...