Buffering Diaries
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Living With Anxiety — A Little Bit More Than Before
Even on the days I’m not so sure — this is for the ones who think healing is loud, and for the quiet battles fought behind held breaths. Anxiety doesn’t need a reason; it just needs space to be understood.
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The Lady Across the Balcony
She leaned across her balcony, towel draped over the wall, elbows resting, life paused. In that quiet space, I witnessed grief held gently, joy carried softly, and a stranger’s heart opening just enough to leave a trace.
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Mummy’s Floor
Sitting on my mother’s floor, I faced grief, dust, and memory—learning that light exists even where venom lingers.
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Done With Life: The Quiet Ending
I’m not angry. I’m just finished. A quiet ending — not out of hate, but out of clarity. This is what it sounds like when you finally stop explaining yourself.
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Climbing Memory: A Childhood Tree and the Fires Within
Remembering the childhood tree — a place of joy, scraped knees, and secret swings — and the fire of memory it still carries.
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Indian Railways Anxiety: A Raw Personal Travel Story
Indian Railways anxiety: not ghosts, not heartbreak — just germs, chaos, and me questioning every life choice on the platform. Eight hand sanitisers later, I’m still wondering if the train will betray me with the wrong coach.
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Travel Reflections Krabi: Sea, Silence, and Moral Witness
During a snorkelling trip in Krabi, vibrant sea life clashed with human indifference. A personal reflection on travel, conscience, and witnessing injustice.
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Backpack of Stones: Navigating Trauma and CPTSD
A deeply personal essay exploring the relentless weight of borderline personality, trauma, anxiety, and depression — and the quiet human need to be seen and understood.
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Writing as Self-Reflection: Confronting Fear and Paralysis
Writing became my icebreaker — a way to confront fear, reflect on my life, and keep moving forward, even when everything felt heavy and overwhelming.
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Drifting with the Sea: A Meditation on Light, Love, and Letting Go
A reflective journey into the calm of the coast, the pull of the sea, and the quiet gifts of nature that guide us back to ourselves.
