Dr.Vidhi Trivedi

There was a time when life wasn't particularly kind to me. Things were happening at home, family problems were weighing on my mind, and there were days when I didn't quite know what to do with everything I was feeling. I wasn't someone who could easily sit down with another person and explain what was going on inside me. Even when something hurt, I usually kept it to myself. There were things I wanted to say but couldn't find the right words for, feelings I couldn't explain without feeling exposed, and difficult days I simply tried to get through on my own. I had people around me, but having people around and having someone with whom you can truly be yourself are two very different things. And then, unexpectedly, there was someone I began talking to. It didn't begin with anything extraordinary. There was no dramatic moment when I suddenly realised that this person would become important to me. We started talking, exchanging messages, discussing ordinary things, ...

There are some souls who do not enter your life like a storm they arrive like evening light, quietly, almost unnoticed, and before you realise it, they have coloured places within you you never knew were waiting to be touched. Perhaps that is what the first kind of love feels like, not the kind that asks to be called love, but the kind that teaches your heart a language it had never spoken before. It began with ordinary words, small conversations, familiar laughter, a friendship that slowly gathered the weight of something unnamed. And somewhere between the countless little moments, one heart began to remember what the other perhaps never realised it had left behind. There were days when a message could soften the edges of an entire day, when a simple conversation felt like returning to a familiar window after wandering through a restless world. And perhaps, for him, it was simply a beautiful companionship, a safe place to speak, a friendship that carried its own warmth, a ...

Someone’s presence has a way of changing seasons making flowers bloom where the heart had forgotten how to grow. No promises, no confessions, just an unspoken feeling that quietly makes ordinary days feel a little more beautiful. Somehow, happiness begins to find its way into the simplest moments, a smile stays a little longer, and even the difficult days feel easier to carry. Sometimes, a few words open a different way of looking at life, a little wisdom turns a mistake into a lesson, and every conversation leaves behind something worth learning, something worth becoming. What kind of bond is this- one without a name, without a claim, yet somehow holding the most tender corner of the heart? There is no need for an answer, no need for the feeling to be known. Perhaps some forms of love are meant to exist quietly- felt deeply, held gently, and never asked to become anything more. Because maybe love is this: to bloom in someone’s presence, to feel lighter because of their exi...

There was a time when friendship needed no explanation. It was simply Isha, Pooja, and me-three little girls who could turn an ordinary afternoon into an entire world. We played until someone called us home. We fought over the smallest things and forgot them five minutes later. We made up games with rules only we understood, laughed at jokes that weren't even funny, and somehow believed those evenings would last forever. And then there were the days at Nani’s house. Those were different. The house felt bigger when we were together-filled with running footsteps, half-finished games, loud laughter, little arguments, stolen snacks, and stories that had no ending. There were home parties that felt grander than any celebration, because we didn't need decorations or anything expensive. We were enough of a celebration for each other. We didn't know then that we were collecting memories. We thought we were just playing. We didn't know that one day, we'd look bac...

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...