Simran Kaur

Good doesn’t boast. It shows up quietly, in a hand that steadies yours, in someone who stays when everyone else walks away. Evil is louder. It needs the spotlight, feeds on fear, and pretends the crown it wears isn’t made of smoke. Good carries the weight in silence. It takes the long road, chooses kindness even when it hurts, and still believes the morning will come. Evil burns hot and fast, like a spark that blinds, but it leaves nothing but ash. Good is the ember. It clings to life, waiting for breath, waiting for someone to believe again. Evil may take the day. But Good, Good takes forever.

Weekends are the most anticipated days of the week. They’re a chance to reset, recharge, and gear up for what’s ahead. Everyone spends them differently. Some catch up with family. Some hang out with friends. Others head out to party or unwind in their own way. Whatever the plan, the goal is the same: to feel good and truly relax. In a world that rarely slows down, weekends remind us that rest isn’t a luxury — it’s essential.

Today, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who has inspired me to become the person I am today. It would have been impossible for me to do the things I do and become who I am without the influence and unwavering support of so many incredible individuals. My heart is filled with immense love and gratitude for all those who have shaped me along the way. I was like clay — my parents gathered me, and lovingly handed me over to my pre-primary teachers, who began molding me. Year after year, every teacher played a part in shaping me into a better version of myself. I wasn’t an extraordinary child, but their constant encouragement gave me the confidence that now reflects in my work and life. The institution I’m currently a part of is full of amazing souls who continue to guide and mold me even today. To name a few: Kadambari Ma’am , who often mentions my blogs and gives me that extra push of confidence to keep going. Seema Ma’am , whose beautiful smile a...

A simple question: "Are you okay? Yet it carries depths many never realize. Simple question, yet so deep and invites such different answers: "I don't know." "All good, thanks for asking." "Yes yes, all good." How often do we fool others with these? We wear masks, give surface-level answers, pretend to be fine. And sometimes, the ones closest to us are unbothered by our response. The deeper question is: Do we care so much that our mood depends on their response? If yes , then we need to figure out how to take back control from them. Our emotional state shouldn't be in someone else's hands. Reclaiming that power is the beginning of healing. If no , then you are already on the path of success— A path of emotional independence, self-awareness, and quiet strength. So, check in with yourself. Often. Ask sincerely: Are you okay? And give yourself the space to answer honestly.

  Shattered but still strong I know i am where i belong Unsure of things beside me I can't be my biggest bully. Why haunt my own self? When i have a place to dwell Never knew the value of solitude, My heart is filled with nothing but gratitude. All I think is way beyond  Giving all the time for my heart to respond...

  Suffocation is something I feel these days. Not from lack of air— but from everything else. I don’t know the cause. Can’t point a finger. But it’s there— pressing down, quiet, constant. People around me wear their smiles well. They talk like everything's fine. Maybe it is for them. But I know— something’s getting heavier. And I’m sinking quietly beneath it. It’s beyond my reach, this mess, this weight. Still, I try. I try to make it through one more day. Push through one more moment. Hold one more thought in place before it unravels. I don’t have answers. I don’t have strength every second. But I’m still here. Just trying.