Life in a note book

It’s just a travel from hostel to home, but still it feels like bliss. Walked alone with a single backpack to the bus stand… Waited alone, earphones on, bought food and travel snacks for myself. Then that solo night bus ride—window-side lower berth, music in my ears— And the sunrise greets me like a gentle blessing. Where I feel myself. Absolute bliss ✨🪄

Yes, I talk about feminism. But my feminism does not invade or threaten the space of men. My feminism speaks against those who violate women's personal space in the name of masculinity. Does that offend men? Only if they are part of the problem.

Hey girls, never wait for someone to walk with you when you want to go out—whether it’s shopping or just stepping outside. Be strong, be independent! After moving to Chennai, one of the best things I’ve learned to enjoy is spending time alone. My favorite part? Walking alone to church, sitting there in silence, and praying without the comfort of a familiar circle around me. There’s a special peace in those quiet moments, just me and my thoughts. I love walking alone to my dance class, especially across the bridge that connects East and West Tambaram. Traveling alone by train to Chrompet, buying my own ticket, crossing the busy signal in front of MCC—all of it makes me feel independent and strong. And there's a unique happiness in helping elderly people carry their heavy bags on the train or guiding them to the right bus. These little moments bring a quiet sense of fulfillment. Walking slowly through my college campus, feeling the wind and observing life around me, is another joy I ...