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.