Nanda
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Digital creator | Exploring tech & travel
Sharing ideas, stories & moments.
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Sharing ideas, stories & moments.
📖 Read my blog:
https://aarya045.com
Do You Need a Break? From What, Exactly?
Everyone keeps telling women to take a break.
Rest more. Slow down. Breathe.
But no one asks the real question — from what?
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Everyone keeps telling women to take a break.
Rest more. Slow down. Breathe.
But no one asks the real question — from what?
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Do You Need a Break? From What, Exactly? - My Awesome Blog
Do you need a break? From what? Everyone keeps telling women to take a break.Rest more. Slow down. Breathe.But no one asks the real question — from what?From the invisible labour of holding everyone t...
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February 7, 2026 at 5:54 AM
Do You Need a Break? From What, Exactly?
Everyone keeps telling women to take a break.
Rest more. Slow down. Breathe.
But no one asks the real question — from what?
aarya045.com/2026/02/07/d...
Everyone keeps telling women to take a break.
Rest more. Slow down. Breathe.
But no one asks the real question — from what?
aarya045.com/2026/02/07/d...
When Nature Became My Teacher in Motherhood
I did not learn motherhood from books alone.
I learned it slowly, quietly—from nature.
Before I became a mother, I believed love was something you did. After motherhood, I learned love is something you become.
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I did not learn motherhood from books alone.
I learned it slowly, quietly—from nature.
Before I became a mother, I believed love was something you did. After motherhood, I learned love is something you become.
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When Nature Became My Teacher in Motherhood - My Awesome Blog
The most important invention in your lifetime is… I did not learn motherhood from books alone.I learned it slowly, quietly—from nature.Before I became a mother, I believed love was something you did. ...
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February 6, 2026 at 7:28 AM
When Nature Became My Teacher in Motherhood
I did not learn motherhood from books alone.
I learned it slowly, quietly—from nature.
Before I became a mother, I believed love was something you did. After motherhood, I learned love is something you become.
aarya045.com/2026/02/06/w...
I did not learn motherhood from books alone.
I learned it slowly, quietly—from nature.
Before I became a mother, I believed love was something you did. After motherhood, I learned love is something you become.
aarya045.com/2026/02/06/w...
From Sunrise to Soil: A Mother’s Day in Nature
Morning does not begin with an alarm for me.
It begins with light.
The first sunrays slip quietly through the window, touching the floor the way a child touches their mother—without asking, but with trust.
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Morning does not begin with an alarm for me.
It begins with light.
The first sunrays slip quietly through the window, touching the floor the way a child touches their mother—without asking, but with trust.
aarya045.com/2026/02/05/f...
From Sunrise to Soil: A Mother’s Day in Nature - My Awesome Blog
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end. Morning does not begin with an alarm for me.It begins with light.The first sunrays slip quietly through the window, touching the floor the way a chi...
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February 5, 2026 at 6:28 AM
From Sunrise to Soil: A Mother’s Day in Nature
Morning does not begin with an alarm for me.
It begins with light.
The first sunrays slip quietly through the window, touching the floor the way a child touches their mother—without asking, but with trust.
aarya045.com/2026/02/05/f...
Morning does not begin with an alarm for me.
It begins with light.
The first sunrays slip quietly through the window, touching the floor the way a child touches their mother—without asking, but with trust.
aarya045.com/2026/02/05/f...
A Woman Learns: Time Is Not the Enemy
For a long time, I thought time was against me.
Not loudly. Just constantly.
Like a reminder I couldn’t escape.
It felt too fast when I was happy and unbearably slow when I was hurting.
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For a long time, I thought time was against me.
Not loudly. Just constantly.
Like a reminder I couldn’t escape.
It felt too fast when I was happy and unbearably slow when I was hurting.
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A Woman Learns: Time Is Not the Enemy - My Awesome Blog
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life? For a long time, I thought time was against me.Not loudly. Just constantly.Like a reminder I couldn’t escape.I...
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February 4, 2026 at 10:18 AM
A Woman Learns: Time Is Not the Enemy
For a long time, I thought time was against me.
Not loudly. Just constantly.
Like a reminder I couldn’t escape.
It felt too fast when I was happy and unbearably slow when I was hurting.
aarya045.com/2026/02/04/a...
For a long time, I thought time was against me.
Not loudly. Just constantly.
Like a reminder I couldn’t escape.
It felt too fast when I was happy and unbearably slow when I was hurting.
aarya045.com/2026/02/04/a...
The Last Line on My Own List
Some days begin before the sun is ready.
Some days end before I am.
I move through my hours thinking of others —
their needs,
their worries,
their unfinished things.
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Some days begin before the sun is ready.
Some days end before I am.
I move through my hours thinking of others —
their needs,
their worries,
their unfinished things.
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The Last Line on My Own List - My Awesome Blog
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done. Some days begin before the sun is ready.Some days end before I am.I move through my hours thinking of others —their needs,their worries,their unfin...
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February 3, 2026 at 5:43 PM
The Last Line on My Own List
Some days begin before the sun is ready.
Some days end before I am.
I move through my hours thinking of others —
their needs,
their worries,
their unfinished things.
aarya045.com/2026/02/03/t...
Some days begin before the sun is ready.
Some days end before I am.
I move through my hours thinking of others —
their needs,
their worries,
their unfinished things.
aarya045.com/2026/02/03/t...
My Signature, On a Plate
People often ask me, “What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.
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People often ask me, “What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.
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My Signature, On a Plate - My Awesome Blog
What’s your favorite thing to cook? I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.It’s the dish I come back to when life feels busy, w...
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February 2, 2026 at 9:35 AM
My Signature, On a Plate
People often ask me, “What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.
aarya045.com/2026/02/02/m...
People often ask me, “What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.
aarya045.com/2026/02/02/m...
The River Knows What I’m Tired Of
I often sit by the river and wonder if it ever gets tired. I mean, it keeps moving every single day—over rocks, through narrow paths, past trees that lean heavy with rain—and still, it flows. Watching it, I feel a little seen,
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I often sit by the river and wonder if it ever gets tired. I mean, it keeps moving every single day—over rocks, through narrow paths, past trees that lean heavy with rain—and still, it flows. Watching it, I feel a little seen,
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The River Knows What I’m Tired Of - My Awesome Blog
What do you complain about the most? I often sit by the river and wonder if it ever gets tired. I mean, it keeps moving every single day—over rocks, through narrow paths, past trees heavy with rain—an...
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January 30, 2026 at 6:58 AM
The River Knows What I’m Tired Of
I often sit by the river and wonder if it ever gets tired. I mean, it keeps moving every single day—over rocks, through narrow paths, past trees that lean heavy with rain—and still, it flows. Watching it, I feel a little seen,
aarya045.com/2026/01/30/t...
I often sit by the river and wonder if it ever gets tired. I mean, it keeps moving every single day—over rocks, through narrow paths, past trees that lean heavy with rain—and still, it flows. Watching it, I feel a little seen,
aarya045.com/2026/01/30/t...
No Stadiums, No Medals—Just a Woman Learning to Breathe
I don’t have a favorite sport to watch or play.
Not because I lack interest—but because life never gave me the luxury of games.
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I don’t have a favorite sport to watch or play.
Not because I lack interest—but because life never gave me the luxury of games.
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No Stadiums, No Medals—Just a Woman Learning to Breathe - My Awesome Blog
What are your favorite sports to watch and play? I don’t have a favorite sport to watch or play.Not because I lack interest—but because life never gave me the luxury of games.While others ran on field...
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January 29, 2026 at 1:01 PM
No Stadiums, No Medals—Just a Woman Learning to Breathe
I don’t have a favorite sport to watch or play.
Not because I lack interest—but because life never gave me the luxury of games.
aarya045.com/2026/01/29/n...
I don’t have a favorite sport to watch or play.
Not because I lack interest—but because life never gave me the luxury of games.
aarya045.com/2026/01/29/n...
What I Would Do for Nature If I Won the Lottery
Most answers are quick and predictable—houses, cars, travel, comfort.
But when I ask myself this question, I answer it as a woman—someone who has learned to think about care, continuity, and consequences.
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Most answers are quick and predictable—houses, cars, travel, comfort.
But when I ask myself this question, I answer it as a woman—someone who has learned to think about care, continuity, and consequences.
aarya045.com/2026/01/28/w...
What I Would Do for Nature If I Won the Lottery - My Awesome Blog
If I ever had that kind of money, this is where my heart would go first. What would you do if you won the lottery? Most answers are quick and predictable—houses, cars, travel, comfort. But when I ask ...
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January 28, 2026 at 10:21 AM
What I Would Do for Nature If I Won the Lottery
Most answers are quick and predictable—houses, cars, travel, comfort.
But when I ask myself this question, I answer it as a woman—someone who has learned to think about care, continuity, and consequences.
aarya045.com/2026/01/28/w...
Most answers are quick and predictable—houses, cars, travel, comfort.
But when I ask myself this question, I answer it as a woman—someone who has learned to think about care, continuity, and consequences.
aarya045.com/2026/01/28/w...
The Ink of Her Truth
I write in stolen moments.
Between finishing work and cleaning up.
After everyone else has slept.
In the quiet that only comes when I finally sit with myself.
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I write in stolen moments.
Between finishing work and cleaning up.
After everyone else has slept.
In the quiet that only comes when I finally sit with myself.
aarya045.com/2026/01/27/t...
The Ink of Her Truth
What books do you want to read? I write in stolen moments.Between finishing work and cleaning up.After everyone else has slept.In the quiet that only comes when I finally sit with myself. Most of m…
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January 27, 2026 at 10:57 AM
The Ink of Her Truth
I write in stolen moments.
Between finishing work and cleaning up.
After everyone else has slept.
In the quiet that only comes when I finally sit with myself.
aarya045.com/2026/01/27/t...
I write in stolen moments.
Between finishing work and cleaning up.
After everyone else has slept.
In the quiet that only comes when I finally sit with myself.
aarya045.com/2026/01/27/t...
Tricolour Mornings and Threads of Home
Introduction
Some traditions are quiet—they don’t announce themselves loudly. They settle into your life so gently that one day, you realize they’ve shaped you. My favorite family traditions are like t
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Introduction
Some traditions are quiet—they don’t announce themselves loudly. They settle into your life so gently that one day, you realize they’ve shaped you. My favorite family traditions are like t
aarya045.com/2026/01/26/t...
Tricolour Mornings and Threads of Home
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions. IntroductionSome traditions are quiet—they don’t announce themselves loudly. They settle into your life so gently that one day, you realize the…
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January 26, 2026 at 5:28 AM
Tricolour Mornings and Threads of Home
Introduction
Some traditions are quiet—they don’t announce themselves loudly. They settle into your life so gently that one day, you realize they’ve shaped you. My favorite family traditions are like t
aarya045.com/2026/01/26/t...
Introduction
Some traditions are quiet—they don’t announce themselves loudly. They settle into your life so gently that one day, you realize they’ve shaped you. My favorite family traditions are like t
aarya045.com/2026/01/26/t...
Moments I Protect From the Noise of the World
The world is loud in ways people don’t always acknowledge. It speaks through expectations, timelines, opinions, and invisible rules about who I should be by now. It asks for answers even when I’m still learni
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The world is loud in ways people don’t always acknowledge. It speaks through expectations, timelines, opinions, and invisible rules about who I should be by now. It asks for answers even when I’m still learni
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Moments I Protect From the Noise of the World
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time? The world is loud in ways people don’t always acknowledge. It speaks through expectations, timelines, opinions, and invisible rules about who I sh…
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January 25, 2026 at 2:16 PM
Moments I Protect From the Noise of the World
The world is loud in ways people don’t always acknowledge. It speaks through expectations, timelines, opinions, and invisible rules about who I should be by now. It asks for answers even when I’m still learni
aarya045.com/2026/01/25/m...
The world is loud in ways people don’t always acknowledge. It speaks through expectations, timelines, opinions, and invisible rules about who I should be by now. It asks for answers even when I’m still learni
aarya045.com/2026/01/25/m...
Hampi Holds Centuries, But I Haven’t Found My Way There
Hampi holds centuries, but I haven’t found my way there.
Not because I didn’t want to go. Not because it was too far.
It has always been close enough to visit — close enough to plan — and yet, I never did.
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Hampi holds centuries, but I haven’t found my way there.
Not because I didn’t want to go. Not because it was too far.
It has always been close enough to visit — close enough to plan — and yet, I never did.
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Hampi Holds Centuries, But I Haven’t Found My Way There
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting. Hampi holds centuries, but I haven’t found my way there.Not because I didn’t want to go. Not because it…
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January 24, 2026 at 10:03 AM
Hampi Holds Centuries, But I Haven’t Found My Way There
Hampi holds centuries, but I haven’t found my way there.
Not because I didn’t want to go. Not because it was too far.
It has always been close enough to visit — close enough to plan — and yet, I never did.
aarya045.com/2026/01/24/h...
Hampi holds centuries, but I haven’t found my way there.
Not because I didn’t want to go. Not because it was too far.
It has always been close enough to visit — close enough to plan — and yet, I never did.
aarya045.com/2026/01/24/h...
Dear Future Fur Friend: Listen to My Heart Sometimes I just sit and imagine… 💭
You, little paws, warm eyes,
Snuggling next to me while I sip my tea,
Or curling up in my lap like you’ve always belonged.
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You, little paws, warm eyes,
Snuggling next to me while I sip my tea,
Or curling up in my lap like you’ve always belonged.
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Dear Future Fur Friend: Listen to My Heart
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be? Sometimes I just sit and imagine… 💭You, little paws, warm eyes,Snuggling next to me while I sip my tea,Or curling up in my lap lik…
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January 22, 2026 at 12:43 PM
Dear Future Fur Friend: Listen to My Heart Sometimes I just sit and imagine… 💭
You, little paws, warm eyes,
Snuggling next to me while I sip my tea,
Or curling up in my lap like you’ve always belonged.
aarya045.com/2026/01/22/d...
You, little paws, warm eyes,
Snuggling next to me while I sip my tea,
Or curling up in my lap like you’ve always belonged.
aarya045.com/2026/01/22/d...
They Named Me, Life Shaped Me
I did not choose my name.
It came to me before I could speak, before I could understand the world, before I knew who I would become.
Someone looked at a tiny life and decided what I would be called.
That name stayed.
Life did the rest.
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I did not choose my name.
It came to me before I could speak, before I could understand the world, before I knew who I would become.
Someone looked at a tiny life and decided what I would be called.
That name stayed.
Life did the rest.
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They Named Me, Life Shaped Me
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc. I did not choose my name.It came to me before I could speak, before I could understand the world, before I knew who I would b…
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January 21, 2026 at 9:54 AM
They Named Me, Life Shaped Me
I did not choose my name.
It came to me before I could speak, before I could understand the world, before I knew who I would become.
Someone looked at a tiny life and decided what I would be called.
That name stayed.
Life did the rest.
aarya045.com/2026/01/21/t...
I did not choose my name.
It came to me before I could speak, before I could understand the world, before I knew who I would become.
Someone looked at a tiny life and decided what I would be called.
That name stayed.
Life did the rest.
aarya045.com/2026/01/21/t...
I Learned to Survive Before I Learned to Dream
My dream was to become a doctor.
It was not a careless dream. I was serious about my studies. I had the education. I was trying. I believed I could do it.
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My dream was to become a doctor.
It was not a careless dream. I was serious about my studies. I had the education. I was trying. I believed I could do it.
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I Learned to Survive Before I Learned to Dream
What’s your dream job? My dream was to become a doctor.It was not a careless dream. I was serious about my studies. I had the education. I was trying. I believed I could do it.But life does n…
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January 20, 2026 at 11:23 AM
I Learned to Survive Before I Learned to Dream
My dream was to become a doctor.
It was not a careless dream. I was serious about my studies. I had the education. I was trying. I believed I could do it.
aarya045.com/2026/01/20/i...
My dream was to become a doctor.
It was not a careless dream. I was serious about my studies. I had the education. I was trying. I believed I could do it.
aarya045.com/2026/01/20/i...
What Makes a Good Leader? A Woman Who Leads Without Erasing Herself
For centuries, leadership has been defined as sacrifice — often silent, often invisible. Especially for women, leadership has meant adjusting more, speaking less,
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For centuries, leadership has been defined as sacrifice — often silent, often invisible. Especially for women, leadership has meant adjusting more, speaking less,
aarya045.com/2026/01/19/w...
What Makes a Good Leader? A Woman Who Leads Without Erasing Herself
What makes a good leader? For centuries, leadership has been defined as sacrifice — often silent, often invisible. Especially for women, leadership has meant adjusting more, speaking less, and givi…
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January 19, 2026 at 10:18 AM
What Makes a Good Leader? A Woman Who Leads Without Erasing Herself
For centuries, leadership has been defined as sacrifice — often silent, often invisible. Especially for women, leadership has meant adjusting more, speaking less,
aarya045.com/2026/01/19/w...
For centuries, leadership has been defined as sacrifice — often silent, often invisible. Especially for women, leadership has meant adjusting more, speaking less,
aarya045.com/2026/01/19/w...
I Was Loved Without Explaining Myself
There was a time when I believed that love always came with explanations. That I had to speak more, clarify more, justify my emotions, and prove that my feelings were valid. As women, many of us grow up learning this quietly.
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There was a time when I believed that love always came with explanations. That I had to speak more, clarify more, justify my emotions, and prove that my feelings were valid. As women, many of us grow up learning this quietly.
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January 17, 2026 at 8:53 AM
I Was Loved Without Explaining Myself
There was a time when I believed that love always came with explanations. That I had to speak more, clarify more, justify my emotions, and prove that my feelings were valid. As women, many of us grow up learning this quietly.
aarya045.com/2026/01/17/i...
There was a time when I believed that love always came with explanations. That I had to speak more, clarify more, justify my emotions, and prove that my feelings were valid. As women, many of us grow up learning this quietly.
aarya045.com/2026/01/17/i...
What Is My Favorite Animal?
People often ask me what my favorite animal is. It sounds like a very simple question, but my answer is connected to how I feel and how I see life. I am writing this post in a very natural way, just as I would share my thoughts with s
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People often ask me what my favorite animal is. It sounds like a very simple question, but my answer is connected to how I feel and how I see life. I am writing this post in a very natural way, just as I would share my thoughts with s
aarya045.com/2026/01/15/w...
What Is My Favorite Animal?
What is your favorite animal? People often ask me what my favorite animal is. It sounds like a very simple question, but my answer is connected to how I feel and how I see life. I am writing this p…
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January 15, 2026 at 10:55 AM
What Is My Favorite Animal?
People often ask me what my favorite animal is. It sounds like a very simple question, but my answer is connected to how I feel and how I see life. I am writing this post in a very natural way, just as I would share my thoughts with s
aarya045.com/2026/01/15/w...
People often ask me what my favorite animal is. It sounds like a very simple question, but my answer is connected to how I feel and how I see life. I am writing this post in a very natural way, just as I would share my thoughts with s
aarya045.com/2026/01/15/w...
Letters Without Envelopes
I am writing—
without paper,
without ink,
only a screen that knows
the tremble of my fingers.
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I am writing—
without paper,
without ink,
only a screen that knows
the tremble of my fingers.
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Letters Without Envelopes
In what ways do you communicate online? I am writing—without paper,without ink,only a screen that knowsthe tremble of my fingers.These lettersaren’t sealed in envelopes,don’t carry addresses or sta…
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January 14, 2026 at 9:25 AM
Letters Without Envelopes
I am writing—
without paper,
without ink,
only a screen that knows
the tremble of my fingers.
aarya045.com/2026/01/14/l...
I am writing—
without paper,
without ink,
only a screen that knows
the tremble of my fingers.
aarya045.com/2026/01/14/l...
🌟 I Took the Long Way to Heal
I didn’t plan this.
I just knew I needed to go. Not away from people, but away from the weight inside me. My heart felt heavy, my thoughts loud, and I wanted a space where I could breathe without explanation.
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I didn’t plan this.
I just knew I needed to go. Not away from people, but away from the weight inside me. My heart felt heavy, my thoughts loud, and I wanted a space where I could breathe without explanation.
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🌟 I Took the Long Way to Heal
Think back on your most memorable road trip. “Empty road in early morning mist, sunlight filtering through trees, symbolizing a peaceful journey.” I didn’t plan this.I just knew I needed to go. Not…
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January 13, 2026 at 9:27 AM
🌟 I Took the Long Way to Heal
I didn’t plan this.
I just knew I needed to go. Not away from people, but away from the weight inside me. My heart felt heavy, my thoughts loud, and I wanted a space where I could breathe without explanation.
aarya045.com/2026/01/13/%...
I didn’t plan this.
I just knew I needed to go. Not away from people, but away from the weight inside me. My heart felt heavy, my thoughts loud, and I wanted a space where I could breathe without explanation.
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A Midnight Snack and Other Truths
by Mahananda Hadimani
Sometimes, the quietest moments tell the loudest stories.
It’s past midnight. The house is asleep. And here I am, standing in the kitchen, opening the fridge like it holds answers.
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by Mahananda Hadimani
Sometimes, the quietest moments tell the loudest stories.
It’s past midnight. The house is asleep. And here I am, standing in the kitchen, opening the fridge like it holds answers.
aarya045.com/2026/01/12/a...
A Midnight Snack and Other Truths
What snack would you eat right now? Sometimes, the quietest moments tell the loudest stories.It’s past midnight. The house is asleep. And here I am, standing in the kitchen, opening the fridge like…
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January 12, 2026 at 10:16 AM
A Midnight Snack and Other Truths
by Mahananda Hadimani
Sometimes, the quietest moments tell the loudest stories.
It’s past midnight. The house is asleep. And here I am, standing in the kitchen, opening the fridge like it holds answers.
aarya045.com/2026/01/12/a...
by Mahananda Hadimani
Sometimes, the quietest moments tell the loudest stories.
It’s past midnight. The house is asleep. And here I am, standing in the kitchen, opening the fridge like it holds answers.
aarya045.com/2026/01/12/a...
“Can You Hear Her Now?”
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
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I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
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“Can You Hear Her Now?”
Come up with a crazy business idea. I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.Not with borrowed words.Not with anyone correcting my tone.Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.Just me. My voice. My …
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January 11, 2026 at 9:41 AM
“Can You Hear Her Now?”
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
aarya045.com/2026/01/11/c...
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
aarya045.com/2026/01/11/c...