Dr.Vidhi Trivedi

There came a day when a feeling quietly changed its place, from somewhere safely hidden to a smile that could not hide its trace. Nothing was promised, nothing was said, yet somehow happiness found a little space in the heart instead. A strange kind of feeling, too new to understand, too precious to explain, too delicate to place in someone’s hands. Words gather at the edge of the tongue, then disappear before they are spoken; for some feelings are so deeply felt that saying them feels like leaving them broken. There is joy in simply knowing that the moment once imagined came true, and a quiet fear that asks, “What if tomorrow changes what today felt like?” So the feeling stays unnamed, somewhere between courage and fear, not asking for an answer, just grateful that this moment was here. Perhaps that is what makes certain feelings beautiful: they do not arrive with certainty, only with a little more happiness, a little more nervousness, and a heart suddenly learning...

 Mein tumhe apne lafzon mein kya likhu- Dost likhu? Ghamghusar likhu? Ya pyaar likhu? Pehla ishq likhu? Ya sukoon likhu? Ya pehli yaad likhu? Sach pucho toh mera dil kehta hai, duniya ke tamam lafzon ko yakja karke ek pyaari si baat likhu- tumko apni kaynaat likhun..! Tumhe apni har khoobsurat subah ki wajah likhun, shaam ki woh muskurahat likhun jo bina kisi wajah ke chehre par aa jaaye. Tumhe woh geet likhun jise sunte hi dil khud-ba-khud khush ho jaaye, ya woh khushboo likhun jo kisi purani yaad ko bhi khoobsurat bana de. Tumhe apni chhoti-chhoti khushiyon ka hissa likhun, apni har achhi khabar ka pehla khayal likhun, aur un lamhon ka sukoon likhun jinmein waqt thoda aur theher jaaye. Tumhe chaahat likhun, ya tumhe woh khoobsurat ehsaas likhun jiske hone se zindagi thodi aur haseen lagne lage. Aur shayad… tumhe sirf apna pyaar nahi, apni har woh khushi likhun jise dil baar-baar jeena chahe. Kyunki kuch log lafzon mein nahi likhe jaate- woh toh dil mein utar kar zinda...

"Manche Herzen finden einander leise." Love did not arrive like thunder splitting skies apart, It entered softly, a piano learning the language of the heart. A single trembling note beneath a candle’s golden flame, And suddenly the silence of a lifetime was not the same. It takes a fearless soul to loosen guarded wings, To place a fragile heartbeat between uncertain things. For some, affection wanders like shadows that quickly pass, A name written on water, a reflection upon glass. Yet for some hearts, only a few unhurried breaths are enough To discover that tenderness can become something endlessly deep and rough. Like dandelions waiting for the wandering wind’s embrace, Love does not question distance, nor measure time or place. One gentle breeze can carry a thousand silver seeds, And suddenly the barren soul is blooming with unseen needs. I had never known how tulips speak without a sound, How crimson petals can turn ordinary earth into sacred ground. Then some...

Every evening, she returned to the same old bench at the edge of the park, carrying a cup of coffee that always grew cold before she finished it. The bench had begun to remember her in ways people never did. Some nights she sat there with tired eyes and a practiced smile left over from the day. Other nights she arrived carrying invisible storms - the kind that never appear on weather forecasts, the kind that live quietly behind “I’m fine.” She was not waiting for someone. She was waiting for the noise inside her to become quiet. Inside her lived entire worlds that no one had seen: conversations she replayed long after they ended, words she swallowed to keep others comfortable, dreams she protected so carefully that they slowly began to suffocate in silence. Then one evening, the rain came. Not with thunder.Not with anger.But with the tenderness of something that has also known what it means to break. The first drop touched the wooden bench.The second touched her hand.Soon t...

I never believed in this. Not because I was afraid- but because nothing I had ever seen convinced me it was real. I trusted science. Things that could be measured. Pulse rates. Radiographs. Forces. Formulas. The certainty that every cause had an effect. Then you happened. Not all at once. Not like lightning. More like sunrise- so slow that I never noticed the darkness leaving. You were my safest conversation before you became my favorite silence. My best friend before my heart quietly rewrote your name into every future I could imagine. And somehow... the world began changing around me. The sky looked softer. Songs sounded like they knew something I didn't. Even ordinary evenings felt like they were holding tiny secrets. I still can't explain it. Maybe that's because not every truth fits inside an equation. In physics, they say gravity is invisible. No one has ever seen it- only everything it moves. Maybe that's what this is. An unseen force that keeps pulli...

Vaani often smiled when people called life colorful. Because she knew that before every color, there existed two silent teachers: 🖤🤍Black and White. One evening, while sitting beside her window as rain traced silver lines across the glass, she opened her notebook and began a new chapter. At the top of the page, she wrote: Black and White People feared black. People admired white. But life, she thought, had never been that simple. 🖤 Black People often described black as darkness. As sorrow. As loss. As something to escape. Yet Vaani believed black was one of the most misunderstood colors in existence. The night sky was black. The fertile soil where seeds began their journey was black. The closed eyes of a sleeping child were wrapped in black. The universe itself was mostly black. And still, it held countless stars. She wrote: "Black is not the absence of light. It is the space where light learns its value." Black was the chapter of life when answers d...