07-02-2026 📅
A Fresh Day, A Rest Day 🌤️💭
I woke up at 9:25 a.m., thanks to my brother — because today was his farewell. And we all know, farewell days are always special. 🎓✨ Maybe we forget many things with time, but somehow, the pictures of this day always stay fresh in our minds. 📸💫
I still remember my own school farewell. Honestly, our school did a lot of julm on us. 😅 We had a half day, came back home tired, and then again had to get ready and go back around 4 p.m. I’m from a Sikh school, so just like Muslims have Quran khani, our school also had a similar tradition. 🙏 Around 10–12 students would sit together, pray, and seek blessings. I think even the school cared in its own way — that we pass, score well, and do something good in life. 🌱📚
That day, everyone looked so beautiful. Girls were dressed differently, each in their own style, and boys in blazers — wahhh, it was such a sight. 😍 I wasn’t even that serious about getting ready, but everyone else looked so perfect, it felt like a movie scene. 🎬💛
Coming back to today, I helped my brother get ready. I handed him his phone and told him, “Bahot saari pictures lena, okay?” 📱😌 But as usual, he barely clicked any. No videos, no memories properly captured. Typical. 😒
And then, like always, the same argument. Same topic. Same people. Same words. I was so tired of it. My eyes filled with tears, not even because of the fight — but because of how people think, how they talk, how they judge. 💭💔 Sometimes I just feel like running away from everyone. But even if I run, I know I’ll still carry all these thoughts with me. 🛤️😞
Trust feels like a word that has lost its meaning. People change — everyone does. Even the ones who say they won’t. 🌫️
So my days go like this. Fighting with people. Fighting with my thoughts. Fighting with myself. 😮💨 Mood off since morning, and just like that… the day ended. Nothing special. Just another day that felt heavy for no clear reason.
A fresh day. 🌤️ But somehow, also a rest day — from pretending everything is okay. 🖤
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