The Ones Who Show The Way

Role models teach without expecting back, they guide without saying a word. 

Their lives are full of stories, of quiet strength and simple truth. 

In that light, our parents stand first, they walk through storms yet keep that smile on their face each day. 

Their hands maybe tired but they never show, and their hearts never give up. 

They teach us what books cannot- how to stay kind when life is hard, how to stand tall when days feel stressful and long, how to keep hope alive, and most importantly, how to conquer all the struggles and become successful. 

Then come the friends who stand close, from a few true friends, we learn how to stay positive, how to conquer struggles even from a young age. 

They remind us to keep smiling, to never give up on our dreams, and to believe the best days are ahead of us. 

Their support is simple but strong, their care makes the world feel lighter. 

Teachers, too, guide us with patience, they inspire us through their own journeys, through the challenges they have faced and the strength they quietly carry. 

The lessons they teach us last forever- not only about books, but about courage, hope, and life. 

Their strong faith in us helps us move forward and grow, and their stories light up our path ahead. 

Everyone we meet at any point of life teach us something valuable. 

A new way to think, a reason to be kind or a reminder to stay strong. 

From every person, there is a lesson that helps and inspires us to grow. 

Role models are not only great names or historic figures. 

Sometimes they are people near us (our parents, friends, teachers, neighbors, well-wishers, or even strangers who just crosses your path) who live simply, love deeply, and show the way forward just by being who they are. 

Thirteen Years and Counting

You were always two doors away- close enough for your voice to reach mine without even trying. 

We did not study together, never wore the same uniform or sat in the same classroom and that's what makes it even rarer- we grew up side by side for the past thirteen years in the same apartment, with the same stories and same laughter echoing through these walls. 

You were always a few steps ahead, the first to understand things that I was learning and trying to figure out. 

You taught me how to stay positive, calm, how to see what people do not say, how to deal with different kinds of people, how to stay like a warrior in the most difficult times and most importantly, you could make out if someone is not right for me and you tried to make me comprehend before it was too late. 

You became my steady thing, in every change that came with growing up. 

We had our share of fights (Big and small), the kind where we both refused to talk or say sorry first. 

Those small moments still hold a special place in the heart. When we were young, I used to throw sorry letters into your house when we had arguments, and you place it right back on our table just as stubborn and hurt, but never really gone. 

It made the bond even stronger and lovely. 

That was us- fighting hard, forgiving easily, and finding our way back to one another. 

Between these two flats and this apartment, 

our whole story lives. 

From playing in the corridor, to sharing snacks, secrets and mischiefs, to slowly growing into who we are today- this building has seen it all. 

The walls still remember our laughter, and every corner still knows our names. 

What makes it even more special is that we are still here, still sisters, still walking into each other's homes like they are both ours. 

Our parents just as close as we are, sharing long talks and jokes. 

Thirteen years of knowing you, seeing you in all your phases, and still being loved the same. 

Sometimes I stop and wonder, 

how rare this really is- how few people get to grow up with someone who never drifts away. 

So much around us has changed, but not the way we stayed for each other with the same warmth, laughter, love, and bond. 

Maybe that's what home really means- staying strong through the years and seeing each other through every age. 

The Strength She Wears

The love for bangles is eternal. 

They sing as your hands move, tiny voices of joy that stay close to the heart. 

Their vibrant, unique colors glow in sunlight, each one holding a story- of laughter, of special moments, days and occasions. 

And the scent of flowers- always a timeless companion. 

Their fragrance brings peace, their touch warm and gentle. 

Bangles on the wrist and flowers in the hair remind you that the smallest of things can matter, that beauty can stay simple, and that even the softest things can carry strength. 

The Smell of Rain

The sky is dark and still

Then the rain begins to fall, making everything look so beautiful (nature at its best)!

The ground smells fresh and clean, 

Like the earth is smiling again. 

The trees move with the wind, and the air feels cool. 

The smell of rain and wet mud hit different; it brings happiness to many hardworking souls like farmers and brings calm to every heart. 

The world feels soft and bright, 

As if it has just been washed. 

Diwali is so much more

Diwali is so much more,

Than lights,sweets and festivity.

It’s in the love we choose to share,

In gentle words and hearts that care.

It shines in smiles that warm the day,

In helping hands along the way.

It glows within each friendship true,

In kindness shown in all we do.

It’s in forgiveness, soft and sweet,

In every stranger that we greet.

It’s in the joy of giving too,

In hearts made bright and pure and new.

For Diwali’s light is not just flame,

It lives in hearts that love the same.

When we care, give, and restore—

That’s what Diwali’s truly for.

A Tribute

You wake up each day
and try your best.
You smile, you work,
you shine like the rest.
Some people may look
and only see what you can’t do.
But you show the world
your heart and your strength too.
You can learn, you can build,
you can dream, you can sing.
You can reach your goals
and do anything.
Your courage and kindness
light up every place.
You teach everyone
about hope and grace.
We thank you, we respect you,
we stand by your side.
You are not less,
you are strong with pride.
Specially abled,
brave and true —
the world is brighter
because of you.
And in our hearts
your light will stay,
guiding our world
to a kinder day.

The Sister Never Asked For

Some friendships start quietly. Two people meet, share a laugh, a secret, and never imagine how deep the bond will grow. And yet, somehow, that connection finds roots. It grows through years, through changes, through the little moments no one notices but somehow matter the most.
There is a friend like that — a sister never asked for but always needed. She will be there through the small, ordinary days, and difficult days and through laughter, and tears that nobody else sees. She has stayed when it would have been easier to walk away.
There are memories that linger, soft and vivid, feeling like the world belongs only to those who are laughing. Whispering secrets in the dark, words that felt sacred at the time. Small fights that seemed enormous then, now treasures that make the bond feel alive. Every memory is a thread, weaving the story of a friendship that refuses to fade.
And there are the present moments — late-night talks that heal without words, long silences that somehow say everything, laughter spilling in the spaces between sentences. Simple gestures: a hand that reaches out when the world feels cold, a smile that reassures when it feels like nothing makes sense. These are not grand moments, but they are everything.
Friendship like this does not demand attention. It does not need constant reminders. It exists quietly, like a light that never goes out. Even when life takes people to different cities, different worlds, the bond remains. It is steady, unshakable, eternal.
Sometimes, it feels almost too rare, too beautiful, to hold inside. There is a warmth in knowing that someone has chosen to stay, through everything. That someone sees all the cracks, the messy corners, the fragile edges, and still says, silently: I am here. I am not going anywhere.
A forever friend is home carried in the chest. A sister never asked for yet always needed. Someone who reminds you that love does not always have to be loud or flashy. Sometimes love is quiet and patient. Sometimes it is the hand that finds yours in the dark, the heart that waits even when the world moves on.
And realizing that, feeling that, is a kind of magic. Soft, unspoken, eternal. A bond that survives time, distance, and change. A bond that is carried, always, within.