iamindelhi

 Culture is a mirror of human beings. And when I look around, I don’t see something to celebrate, but I see something deeply concerning. In everyday life, it shows up in the rush, the harsh behavior, the way people speak to each other, the lack of respect, the disregard for rules, and the ease with which rumours and hatred spread. At the same time, there is a loud pride in claiming an ancient, glorious culture .. thousands of years old. But culture is not what we say it is; it is what we live. Civilization is not about age or legacy—it is about progress, about holding on to basic human values while moving forward. From my own experience, especially coming from the South, much of what is presented as “culture” often feels like performance rather than reality, but something displayed, imposed, or reshaped, rather than genuinely lived. It can feel disconnected from the simple truth that culture should begin with respect: for people, for differences, for coexistence. In the end, cultur...

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 Silent days Tensed days Frustrated and helpless days When zoom out, ours are far better... many are struggling for years!! 😔

Lee is not someone who easily explains what he carries inside. There’s a quiet heaviness in him—something unresolved, something that lingers even in his calmest moments. He had been searching, not actively, but somewhere deep within, for a soul that could understand without too many words… someone who could simply feel. And then, Anna came into his life, unexpected, unplanned. She didn’t arrive with promises or intentions. It just happened. A conversation, a moment, a connection… and suddenly, Lee found in her a rare kind of presence. She listened. Not casually, but with sincerity. She consoled him in ways that felt natural, not forced. With her, he didn’t have to explain everything, she just understood. For Lee, that meant more than he could ever say. But Anna is not just that gentle presence for him, she is also a person with her own world, her own emotions, her own limits. There are moments when she feels overwhelmed, when his messages come like waves she cannot always hold. And in ...

 He began as a quiet boy in school corridors—Anju, Bismi, Rahmath, Niha, Lakshmi, Rani—names that lived softly in his thoughts, where love meant silent glances and unspoken feelings. As life moved into diploma and college days—Lovely, Asha, M of Matskan, Jayashree, Golda, Nisha D—emotions grew a little louder; some leaned towards him like Asha, some remained gentle what-ifs that never found their moment. Then came the phase where feelings slowly found expression—Reshmi, an incomplete beginning; Lekshmi, a spontaneous first kiss that came like magic and disappeared just as quickly; Tasli, Jisha, Thasni P T, letters, small talks, and a quiet belief that maybe they felt the same too, even if nothing was ever clearly said. During his engineering days, there was Baby—she came suddenly into his life asking for help through the internet, stayed just enough to create a silent bond, and then quietly left, leaving behind a feeling that never needed words. Life at a time ridicule and bet on h...