Where Healing Is Found It’s a feeling more than a place Something no hands can hold, Nothing the world can ever replace.
When I saw you years ago, I could finally exist without an ego. Stupid, cranky, talkative, weak Yet every version of me felt a little less bleak.
Home felt like waves returning to the shore, Like the sun resting gently on the horizon, Like blue belonging to the sky, Like apples folded warm into a pie :)
Or as we would say like Parle-G dipped softly into chai. <3
It wasn’t the love of a lover, Nor the comfort of a partner It was the safety of my soul, A quiet room inside me that your presence once made whole.
But now, I learn to become that home A place I do not need to earn, A belonging that doesn’t threaten to leave.
A space where I am safest, most held, most understood Where I can wrap my own arms around myself and finally believe I am my own shore, my own returning, my own warm light.
Yesterday, on the 6th of December, I tried to give myself a little space — a pause between my soul and my thoughts. Somehow, as often happens this time of year, that quiet space carried me straight into the arms of yet another Christmas movie. December does that to me. I wrap myself in layers of warmth, pick out my favourite comfort foods, crack the window open just enough for a whisper of cold air to slip in, and lose myself in the glow of holiday lights on screen. There’s something soothing about scrolling through OTT platforms until I find a Christmas film that feels like a soft place to land — a little world of borrowed magic, where strangers fall in love and everything feels possible for a while.
Last night, I chose Champagne Problems. There’s something so gentle and beautiful about watching romance unfold and seeing people discover themselves through love — learning to be honest, to be brave, to simply be. It feels comforting, even if real life doesn’t always reflect that same simplicity… at least not in my experience so far. Still, the story stayed with me, especially the way the French express “miss you.” In French, “Tu me manques” translates to “you are missing from me.” And somehow, that feels so much closer to the truth of the emotion.
When I say “I miss you” in English, it usually means we long for someone’s presence, for moments shared, for the feeling we get when they’re near. But tu me manques… it carries a deeper ache. It suggests that when you’re not here, a piece of me is absent too. That your warmth, your essence, your love — all the little parts of you that intertwine with who I am — are missing from my world, and from me. It’s not just longing; it’s the quiet recognition of how deeply we can belong to each other without ever claiming ownership.
And somehow, in the glow of a Christmas movie and the chill of winter air, that sentiment felt especially true.
Dil k us chote se kone me jaha wo bacchi rehti thi.. Har jaha, har pal jo chehakti thi.. waha bas gehra sannata hi sannata hai Man aaj bhi karta hai thoda bahar nikal kar muskurane ka
Thoda sa asmaan niharne aur thoda gaane ka, Choti choti cheeze karke man behlane ka. Bas utne me hi aajati hai kuch baatein yaad.. ho jata man ekdum se udaas
Ek azaad panchi ki tarah udna tha mujhe, sabka man khushiyon se bharna tha mujhe.. Zindagi ko apne rang me rangna tha jise, Bas ek ajeeb se paheli ho gayi wo
Dukh jo kisi ko samjh na aaye, sukh jo koi parakh na paye Insaan jo koi suljha na paye, bas ek uljhan ho gayi hu main
Rishto ko pehle bhi dekha hai bikharte maine, Aansu pehle bhi bahaye hai.. Iss baar kyu itna man bhaari hai.. Jaise haari maine dunia saari hai.
Aaj bhi man chahta hai khush ho wo jinse rishte the, Sukoon ho unme jisse mere kisse the Ho mere pass ya mujhse door.. bas ho unki aankhon me jannat ka noor
Meri mushkilo me main akeli hu, bahut uljhi hui ek paheli hu.. Koshish ki kai baar maine khudko jatane ki.. Lekin sabr shayad kahani hai bas kehlane ki
