Wednesday, 29 April 2026

๐Ÿ˜ŽDAY 118: 29.04.2026:๐Ÿ˜ŽA wednesday: Im Happy today..

29.04.2026: Wednesday

Hii, writing my blog now because
Ruko ruko
time mention karna tho mai bhul hi gayi
it’s 05:48 pm… shaam ho gayi hai may be sunset
abhi nahi hua hoga

OK!! Jyada baate nahi karte hai aajWe
lets finished the blog & run back
to home as abbu came from Goa.

& Me & Abbu both are talkative people
so we will going to talk alot….

Aur blog padhna & even month review
bhi baki hai New habit tracker
many stuff are always pending
to complete…

  • The day is best & kal ka blog mast
    wala hoga, I’m going somewhere
    for 1st time

  • STAY TUNED.๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž

Tuesday, 28 April 2026

๐ŸŽ‚DAY 117: 28-04-2026: 1st anniversary ...“1 Year, Infinite Shukr”

 Assalmuailaikum everyone… ๐ŸŒ™

Welcome back to my daily blog…
I know mere kabhi on time  blogs post nahi hote hai … but I’m trying—really trying to show up every day ๐Ÿค

Aaj mujhe feel ho raha hai jaise main birthday girl hu… ๐ŸŽ‚
Socho… aisa kya special hai aaj?
Socho… sochoooo…

It’s my 1st anniversary.

Aaj mujhe office join kiye poora ek saal ho gaya…
And honestly—survive karna hi sabse bada achievement hai mere liye.

28 April 2025… mera first day tha office ka…
Degree complete hone ke baad ka pehla step.
Aur sirf mere “4lyfers” jaante hai…
ki exams ke baad main kitni pareshaan thi…
to get a job, like a stupid mujhe sabr hi nahi tha and i was like jitni jaldi job mile uthna behtar hai..

Roz garden jaana…
Career ke bare mein sochna…
Interviews ke liye struggle karna…
Logon se distance bana lena…
Aur khud se hi ladte rehna…

Haan… ek insaan tha jisse main share karti thi…
But sach yeh hai—mere 4lyfers jaisa koi nahi.

I love you all…
Sach mein… likhte likhte aankhon mein aansu aa gaye…

Aaj 1 saal baad bhi main perfect nahi hu…
Aaj bhi mess create karti hu…
Ladti hu… gussa karti hu… kabhi galat words bhi bol deti hu…

But 4lyfers?
They still hold me… still love me.

Aur kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
shayad main itna deserve bhi nahi karti.

Iss 1 saal mein meri life bohot badal gayi…
Kal tak main ek choti si, ambitious si ladki thi…
Aur aaj… main un ambitions ke raste par chal rahi hu…

Aage kya hoga… mujhe nahi pata…
Main rahu ya na rahu…
But aaj ke din ke liye—I’m grateful.

Alhamdulillah for everything. ๐Ÿคฒ

Mujhe khud par aaj proud feel ho raha hai…Kyuki main har baar toot kar… ro kar…phir bhi har subah uth kar office gayi hu.

Ek waqt aisa bhi tha…jab main itni zyada traumatized thi ki bas… sab khatam kar dene ka khayal aaya…

Lekin maine ro kar khud ko sambhala… Aur aaj agar main yahan hu— toh sirf apne doston ki wajah se. specially my Chandyaari… ๐ŸคAgar tum nahi hoti… toh shayad main bhi nahi hoti.

Thank you for staying… always. thankyou for receive my long calls .. 

Aaj khushi ka din hai… toh celebration toh banta hai na? ๐Ÿ˜ญ✨

Par reality—
9:16 p.m hai… paise bhi hai…
Par main khud par 1 rupiya bhi spend na karu...

actually for me cake, gifts and flowers acheivement nahi hai

balki..

Toh maine kya choose kiya?
Kaam.
Discipline.
Growth.

Subah se padhai ki…
“Eat That Frog” padh rahi hu—procrastination se ladne ke liye…
Aur ab yeh blog likhne ke baad… phir se padhai karungi.

Mujhe cake ya flowers khush nahi karte…
Mujhe khushi milti hai—
jab main improve karti hu…
jab main grow karti hu…

Kal se aur better banungi…
Aur mehnat karungi…
Har task complete karne ki koshish karungi…

Agar mujhe gift dena hai…
toh bas dua dena ๐Ÿคฒ
Meri health ke liye…
Mujhe zinda rehna hai…
Un sapno ke liye… jo maine apne abbu ki aankhon mein dekhe hai…

Dear Allah…
Aaj jo bhi hu… aapki wajah se hu…
Aapne hi farishte bhi bheje… aur imtihaan bhi…

Kabhi kabhi aapne mujhe itna rulaya…
jaise main kuch bhi nahi hu…

Woh din bhi dekhe hai…
jab mere paas 10 rupaye nahi the…
bus ka ticket lene ke liye…
Aur main bina ticket ke gayi…
sirf iss umeed mein ki ek din sab better hoga…

Allah… aap test lete ho na?
Theek hai… samajh gayi…

Bas ab thoda reham bhi kar do…
Mujhe pata hai main strong hu…
Par andar se… main bohot soft hu…
Aur mujhe dar lagta hai… bohot.

Meri aaj ki ek hi dua hai—
Mujhe itna waqt de do…
ki main apne ammi-abbu ke sapne poore kar saku…

Uske baad…
jo aapki marzi ๐Ÿค

Shukr. Alhamdulillah for everything. ๐ŸŒ™

Thanks Chanyaari for sending me the digital bouque.. I love it ..Thanks sababeb and my darling for holding me...and thanks to every person who supports me . Im today because of them and hamesha allah 1st app ho .. sukr my almighty..

Safarnama

๐Ÿ™„DAY 116: 27-04-2026: “6:30 PM sTILL in office , Office & Reels Addiction”

 27-04-2026:|: mONDAY

Hii guys… ๐ŸŒ™

Abhi shaam ke 6:30 p.m ho rahe hai… aur main office mein baithi hu—still waiting.
NRIs ne bola tha “5:00 pm tak aa jaayenge”…
Aur ab time dekh ke bas ek hi reaction aata hai—wahhhh, kya timing hai!

6:30 ke baad finally do “mahaan aadmi” prakat hue…
Ek proper Indian… aur ek full chill mode NRI—half chaddi, t-shirt, bilkul tension-free, jaise duniya ka koi pressure hi nahi hai ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Mera waise koi kaam nahi tha…
But Pinky ma’am ne mujhe akele office mein nahi chhoda—boss bhi hai, par usse zyada friend hai ๐Ÿ’›

Aur phir kya…
Itna sab likhne ke baad main seedha reels scroll karne lag gayi.

Sach bolu?
Agar meri discipline kahin lose ho rahi hai… toh uska biggest reason meri yeh reels wali addiction hai.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai Instagram ne mujhe literally tabah kar diya hai…

Chalo ab aaj ka sneak peek

Aaj Monday tha… mera least favorite day.
Subah se bas ek hi routine—office bhaagna, phir lunch time ka wait, phir lunch, phir 6 baje ka wait…
Aur finally jab 6 baje hote hai toh lagta hai “ab toh life start hogi.”

Par aaj bhi woh sapna adhura hi reh gaya…
Ghar pahochte hi itni thakaan thi ki bas thoda phone ka kaam aur phir seedha sleep mode.

Aur haan…
Aaj humne plan kiya tha Golu ka day celebrate karne ka…
But unfortunately nahi ho paaya.

Phir bhi… humne bahar se khana mangwaya.
Meri tabiyat theek nahi thi toh honestly mujhe pata bhi nahi chal raha tha main kya kha rahi hu…
But sab khush the—that matters.

Aur mera part?
Obviously maine de diya mere bhai Lala ko…
Woh toh waise bhi hamesha bhooka rehta hai ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’›

Din perfect nahi tha…
Plans complete nahi hue…
Par phir bhi—

Shukr. Alhamdulillah for the day. ๐ŸŒ™

Safarnama

๐Ÿ’” DAY 115: 26-04-2026: tHE wORST sUNDDAY OF 2026

 Sunday… 2026 ka woh pehla din jo dil par bhaari reh gaya.

Hii… ๐ŸŒ™

Aaj Sunday tha… lekin aisa Sunday jo shayad main kabhi bhool nahi paungi.
Kabhi kabhi din simple nahi hote… woh ek test ban jaate hai—body ka bhi, aur dil ka bhi.

Kal raat se hi sab shuru hua…
Itna tez stomach pain tha ki na main kisi message ka reply kar paayi, na kisi se baat… bas phone ulta karke soch liya “so jaati hu, shayad theek ho jaaye.”
Lekin neend bhi aaj meri taraf nahi thi…
Har thodi der mein dard mujhe jaga deta… aur main bas paani peeti… khud ko samjhati… “thoda aur seh lo.”

Subah 7 baje tak main thak chuki thi—dard se bhi, aur khud se bhi.
Tab realize hua… kal shaam se maine kuch khaya hi nahi tha.
Kabhi kabhi hum apne aap ko itna ignore kar dete hai… ki body ko zor se yaad dilana padta hai.

Phir routine start hua—
Ammi ko bataya, unka apna reaction tha…
Main chup rahi… ya shayad andar se thodi toot gayi thi.

Dates khayi, lecture start kiya…
Dil mein regret tha—“aaj ka to-do list khatam nahi hoga.”
Aur waise hi hua… nahi hua.

11 baje painkiller li… aur phir bhi rukne ka option nahi tha.
Office jaana tha… ration card ka kaam…
Aur waha jaake sab kuch control se bahar chala gaya.

Behas… awaazein… gussa…
Aur sabse zyada—andar ka dard.

Mujhe jhoot aur unclear baatein kabhi pasand nahi…
Aur jab woh baar baar hoti hai… toh shayad meri awaaz bhi control mein nahi rehti.
Haan… maanti hu… maine battameezi ki… maine chillaya…
Par us waqt main sirf lad nahi rahi thi… main toot bhi rahi thi.

Sabse zyada jo chubha…
Woh yeh nahi tha ki main galat thi ya sahi…
Balki yeh tha ki jinke liye main stand le rahi thi…
shayad woh kabhi mere liye khade nahi honge.

Rote hue ghar aayi…
Gussa itna tha ki main khud ko samajh nahi pa rahi thi.

Phir ek impulsive decision—
Chacha ko call kiya… aur main akeli Malad nikal gayi.
Pehli baar… bina soche, bina feel kiye…
Na khushi thi, na dukh… bas ek khali sa safar.

Shayad main un logon ke liye ja rahi thi jo care nahi karte…
Ya shayad main khud se bhaag rahi thi.

Raat 10:30 baje ghar wapas aayi…
Thakki hui… be-hosh si…
Lekin phir bhi dil ne kaha—Alhamdulillah.

Raaste mein Chandryaari se baat hui… woh nahi mil paayi—thoda bura laga.
Lilboy se baat hui—aur ajeeb sa sukoon mila…
Kabhi kabhi bas kisi ka “sunna” hi kaafi hota hai.

Aaj Golu aur meri darling ka birthday bhi tha…
Celebrate nahi kar paayi… aur shayad yeh bhi dil ke ek kone mein reh gaya.

Aaj ka din perfect nahi tha…
Par real tha.
Painful tha… par sikhane wala bhi.

Alhamdulillah for everything… even the days that break me a little. ๐ŸŒ™

Safarnama

Monday, 27 April 2026

DAY 114: 25-04-2026๐Ÿช๐Ÿช“Some Stories Don’t End… They Stay Inside You”๐Ÿช๐Ÿช

 

Date : 03-05-2026 (POSTED DATE)

After a long days .. Finally Im posting this... happy if you read and understand the characters and emotions of the story..

THE KITE RUNNER

Ok!! 

The story is set in Afghanistan & follows the life of Amir, a young boy like 10–12 years ka boy.

He lives with his Baba, a respected and strong-willed (having immense determination) man known for his generosity & moral authority.


Baba’s close friend Rahim Khan often acts as a mentor to Amir, giving him the emotional support that Baba struggles to express.

(like my Dad to me) ~~~ 


Amir’s mother, Sofia Akrami, had died during childbirth & because of Sofia’s death Amir always regret: “He is the reason” his father lose his wife.


Living alongside them is Hassan, the son of Baba’s servant Ali. Ali, who suffers from a physical disability, is deeply a loyal person. Hassan’s mother, Sanubar, ran away with other man after his birth, adding difficulties to his background.

Hassan belongs to Hazara community (Shia Muslim), faces social discrimination & Amir belongs to Pashtun community (Sunni Muslim). Despite all these differences, Amir & Hassan share a close bond.

They are taught to read Qur’an by Mullah Fatiullah Khan, and spend their days playing & listening stories.

Hassan was a loyal, brave & selfless while Amir struggles with insecurity and constantly seek to win Baba’s heart.

 

Now comes a surprising part that came to me… maybe I missed this part while reading… At one point in Kabul, Amir meets a beggar on the street. This isn’t just an ordinary poor man. When Amir talks to him, he reveals that once he was a university professor before the war. – I’m out of my mind to imagine the situation of Afghanistan


During this movement, the local bully Assef, accompanied by his 2 friends Wali & Kamal, represents the cruelty & extremist from an early age. (A person who gives physical or mental suffering to someone) One day during a kite fighting tournament, Amir participates with the hope of winning Baba’s admiration. The entire neighbourhood gathers, including local boys (area ke sab bache) & families. – Socho, kya Amir win hoga???yes, he wins the kite fighting festival.



Bravo!!! yehhhhh… finally gains Baba’s pride & the whole credit goes to Hassan because uski manjha and usne pass me ho… he gave him the direction to cut the kites, but Amir was only happy at this moment. & To prove his loyalty, Hassan ran to retrieve (to get something  back from the place it was lost) the last fallen kite for Amir,

saying “For you a thousand time over”

 (MY FAV LINE OF WHOLE BOOK)- Dedicated to 4lyfezs 


 

However, while chasing the kite, Hassan is cornered in an alley (a narrow passage between the buildings) by Assef, Wali & Kamal. – Now ab aa raha hai story mai turn point… When the tournament ends, Amir runs to find Hassan. Where is he… he doesn’t come back… & he found that Assef & his gang is assaulting Hassan. But instead of saving him, Amir was only peeping from a cracked window (window glass was broken).

Like I had read in book, the word “rape” — wo ladko ka rape kab se hone laga & I found this part in movie too, but scene kuch proper thi nahi…


but itna pata… ki usse itna maara tha ki he was blooded.

Although Hassan remains loyal & never speaks about the incident, Amir is consumed by guilt. Unable to face Hassan, now Amir distances himself from Hassan & one day he eventually frames him for theft by hiding money & a watch under his mattress.



When confronted, Hassan falsely confesses to protect Amir from Baba.  Aur Hassan ne kaha “Haa” Baba replied, “I forgive you Hassan” But still Hassan & Ali decided to leave the house, marking a painful separation…

Baba tried a lot to stop them, even he… but they both leave, marking a separate painful separation.


 

Soon after, political unrest begins in Afghanistan with the Soviet invasion (Ab iska meaning bahot search karne baad mai bhi mujhe nahi pata ki exactly war q ho raha thi). But ek baat tho hai… kahani fictional hai but war asli mai huee hai…


Their escape was arranged by smuggler Karim. During a journey, when they were in a truck like bus… they encounter a Russian soldier who attempts to harm a woman. Let me explain you the scene…

like yeh scene dekh kar mujhe bahot aggressive feel hua…

The Russian man like young gora man…

stop a truck (like bus) & open it, looked here & there he saw a woman sitting in a corner with a baby in her hands, with her husband too…

He asked her husband he wants her for half an hour.

– like yuck… man only needs women for their pleasure… But look what’s come in the story. Baba stands for her & make an argument & during the argument the Russian soldier’s main boss arrived & here the matter closed coz he stop him “hurry & let them leave”. 


Amir & Baba eventually reached to US & settle in Fremont, California. 


Their lives change drastically. Baba, once a powerful man, now works at a gas station & struggles with illness. Amir is now a young man & Baba is old. Amir adapts his new life, completes his education & becomes a writer. He meets Soraya Taheri.

Soraya Taheri, the daughter of General Taheri & Jamila Taheri.

Soraya had a troubled past, having once run away with a man, but she is determined & compassionate.

Amir marries her, they become a part of Afghan immigrant community, including people like Mr. Nguyen & others at the flea market.




However, Amir & Soraya are unable to have children. Years later, Amir receives a call from Rahim Khan, who is now in Pakistan. Rahim Khan asks him to return, hinting that there is a way to redeem himself. 


Upon meeting him, Amir learns that Hassan had returned to live in Baba’s house with Farzana & their son Sohrab. Rahim Khan reveals the shocking truth that Hassan was actually his half-brother, as Baba had a secret relationship with Sanubar. (Abb iss moment par mujhe bahot gussa aaya… Naam bade or darshan chote.)

Hassan & Farzana were later killed, leaving Sohrab orphaned. (Abb how it happens, do comment or else read the book, it’s more impactful.)

Amir decides to return to Taliban-controlled Afghanistan to rescue Sohrab. He is guided by Farid, a taxi driver who initially criticizes Amir but later respects his mission. Amir also meets Wahid, a poor villager along with his wife Maryam & their children, who shows kindness despite poverty.

 

 

In Kabul, Amir visits an orphanage run by Zaman, who reluctantly (hesitating – it describes action performed slowly or against one’s wishes, often feeling obligated to comply) reveals that he had to give Sohrab to Taliban officials.

Amir soon discovers that the official is none other than Assef. Now a brutal Taliban leader, Assef has become even more violent.

Amir gets beaten by Assef but look what happens—Sohrab saves Amir just like his father Hassan did.

[This situation is really fantastic you can see in this]

And one more thing, Assef used Sohrab as a dancer, like how classical dancers wear some anklets in their leg. Sohrab used that to save Amir.

The movement is totally wow…

Now they both flee to Afghanistan.


Amir takes Sohrab to Pakistan & meets Omar Faisal, who helps him navigate the legal process. He also deals with Raymond Andrews at the U.S. Embassy, who initially refuses to help with the adoption process. During this time, Sohrab becomes more traumatized, even attempts to harm himself out of fear of being sent back to an orphanage. Eventually, Amir manages to bring Sohrab to U.S. Life in U.S. is not easy for lil Sohrab. He struggles with silence, trauma & trust. Amir & Soraya try to give him a loving home. Yes guys, Soraya – Amir’s wife had accepted Sohrab at once when Amir shared the whole story with her on a call. Like maa hoti hai.

Kitni hi kharab kyu na ho, we women are best.

Like not whole man’s but 7/10 mans aise hi hote hai…

I don’t know main jo sochti hu for men woh ek din jarur galat ho…

Let’s come to the story—

In final scene, Amir takes Sohrab to a park where Afghan families gather. They fly kites together, just like in Kabul years ago…



Amir runs the kite for Sohrab, repeating the words Sohrab once said to him, symbolizing redemption & a small step toward healing. “For you, a thousand times over.”

~The end~

 

The story ultimately explores themes of guilt, betrayal, redemption, social inequality & the complex relationship between fathers & sons.

It shows that while the past cannot be erased, one can seek forgiveness & attempt to make things right through courage & love.

   

Hii, Im here again.. kaisi lagi story curious to know.... i hope you get some insights 

this is just a draft book aur bhi khubsurat hai... greatful to read khaled hosseni.. I dua I meet you one day.



-safarnama.

 

Saturday, 25 April 2026

✍️DAY 113: 24-04-2026: Day went in draft

  24-04-2026| Thursday

 Hiii, I’m Writing my blog today on 25-04-2026, Actually I was preparing a draft .. jo bahot jald post hone wala hai…. 

I don’t know app ko accha lagega ki nahi but mere efforts bahot hai like I have invested numbers of hours on it….. 

and it is almost ready to post

So stay tuned for the day…. (Monday)

 Allah hafiz, ...... 


 -safarnama

Day 112: 23-04-2-26- dear dadii...๐Ÿค


23-04-2-26

๐ŸŒ™ “Ek Chhoti Si Jagah… Aur Ek Bohot Badi Yaad”

Hey… 

Aaj dil thoda heavy hai.
Ghar chhota hai… itna chhota ki kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
yaha mere emotions ke liye jagah hi nahi hai.Like royu tho kaha royu....

Isliye shayad aaj likh rahi hoon. Kyuki bolne ke liye koi nahi… Sirf Allah hai… aur yeh pages.


Aaj maine decide kiya tha ki blog nahi likhungi.
But phir laga…
Agar yeh bhi nahi likha… toh jo dil mein hai woh kahaan jaayega?

Toh aaj ka blog… kisi audience ke liye nahi hai.Yeh sirf mere liye hai… aur mere Allah ke liye.


Allah… ek baar na… Bas ek baar… meri Dadi ko mere paas bhej do.

Main unhe hug karna chahti hoon. Unhe batana chahti hoon ki… main unse kitna pyaar karti hoon.

Dear Dadi… I know hum same blood se nahi the… But sach bolu? Aap mere liye sabse zyada apni thi. ❤️

Mujhe yaad hai… Woh 2–3 months… jab main bilkul tut rahi thi  (suffering with dangue and typiod). Khane tak ki himmat nahi hoti thi.

Par aapke saath baith kar… khana khaya… aur dheere dheere… main phir se jeena seekh gayi.


Mujhe yaad hai…Aapne apni pension ke paise diye hai

Aapne kabhi mujhe force nahi kiya…to wear dupatta.Bas support kiya… silently.as you support women

Mujhe yaad hai… Aap gir gayi thi… sirf mujhe banana dene ke liye… Aur us waqt main hansi thi…

Aaj… main roti hoon.


Log kehte hai… duniya mein bohot ache log hote hai. Haan hote honge…

But mere liye… best Dadi sirf aap hi thi.

Aur aaj bhi…Aap mere thoughts ke loop mein ho.Har din. Har waqt.


 dear Dadi…
Main promise karti hoon…Main aapki kahani sabko sunaungi.

Aap hamesha mere dil mein rahogi. Aur ek din…InshaAllah… hum phir milenge.

Jannat mein. ๐ŸŒ™


๐Ÿ•Š️ Dua…

Allah aapki maghfirat farmaaye.
Aapko Jannat naseeb kare.
Aapko sukoon de.

Aur jab main waha aaun…
Toh please… mujhe pehchaan lena. ๐Ÿค Dada ko mera salaam kehna.Unki kindness mujhe abhi bhi yaad hai.

Aur mere sab logon ko…jo ab is duniya mein nahi hai… Main sabse pyaar karti hoon.

Mere loved ones chale gaye… But unki yaadein… mere saath hai.

Aur shayad… yehi yaadein hi meri asli jagah hai.

Ghar chhota ho sakta hai…Par dil mein jo jagah hoti hai na…

Woh kabhi chhoti nahi hoti.

salam and love to all...

Safarnama ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨




Wednesday, 22 April 2026

๐ŸŒ™ DAY 111: 22-04-2026 “Dil, Dimaag aur Thodi Si Kahaniyaan…”

 22-04-2026

 Hey hii… ๐Ÿค

Welcome back to my little world.

Date: 22-04-2026 (Wednesday)
Time ho raha hai around 7:20 PM… aur main yaha baithi hoon, garam-garam samose ka wait karte hue…
๐ŸŒ†
Aur sach bolu? Dil sirf samose ka nahi… thoda sukoon ka bhi wait kar raha hai.

Aaj ka din… thoda heavy tha.
Kaam bhi pending, thakaan bhi… aur upar se woh typical “dimag overthinking mode ON”.

Phir maine socha…
“Kaam toh chalta rahega… par agar blog hi pending reh gaya toh?”
So here I am… choosing to write. Choosing myself.
✍️

 

Kabhi-kabhi na… mera dimag seedha kisi aur ki life pe shift ho jaata hai.

Aaj bhi… mummy ke through ek story sunne mili.
Ek ladki… ek ladka… same area… pyaar… phir court marriage… aur phir… reality.

Love ke baad sabse tough stage kya hota hai?
Acceptance.

Ladke ki family ready.
Ladki ki family… nahi.

Aur phir… twist.
Ladke ne keh diya — “she’s already married.”

Bas. Kahani khatam.

Sach bolu?
Pyaar mushkil nahi hota…
Log aur samaj usse mushkil bana dete hain.

 

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai na…
Hum sabke paas heart bhi hai aur brain bhi…
Phir bhi decisions itne complicated kyun ho jaate hain?

Shayad isliye…
Kyuki hum sirf apni life nahi jeete.
Hum connected hote hain… family se, logon se, expectations se.

Aur ek decision… sirf ek decision nahi hota.
Uska impact chain reaction jaisa hota hai.

Isliye…
100 baar nahi… 1000 baar sochna padta hai.

 

Dear Khush…

Kabhi kabhi tu khud pe hi gussa karti hai.
Kabhi logon pe.
Kabhi situation pe.

But sun…
Allah ne tujhe heart bhi diya hai aur brain bhi.
Use both.

Life sirf feel karne ke liye nahi hoti…
Samajhne ke liye bhi hoti hai.

Aur haan…
Tu akeli nahi hai.

Tu jitni bhi strong banne ki acting karti hai na…
Andar se tu utni hi soft hai.
๐ŸŒธ

So please…
Apne decisions aise lena…
Jo sirf tujhe nahi… tere around logon ko bhi tod na de.

 

Aaj kal main ek book read kar rahi hoon…
Aur honestly… usne mujhe hit kiya.

Ek line stuck ho gayi mind mein:
๐Ÿ‘‰ “You can’t go back and change your past… but you can learn from it.”

Aur sach mein…
Life bhi waise hi hai.

Agar ek door band hota hai…
Toh kahin na kahin… 100 aur possibilities wait kar rahi hoti hain.

Toh yeh thi meri aaj ki mini story…
Thodi real, thodi random, thodi emotional.

Agar tum yeh padh rahe ho…
Toh bas ek baat yaad rakhna:

Life perfect nahi hoti…
Par har din ek nayi kahani likhne ka chance zaroor deta hai.

Okay… ab main jaa rahi hoon…
Samose bhi aa gaye honge shayad
๐Ÿ˜‹

Stay tuned…for the next blog

Byeee.. Allah hafiz


Safarnama
๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨

 

Tuesday, 21 April 2026

๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒธ DAY 110: 21-04-2026: The Real Day Behind That Thought...

  Date: 21-04-2026

Morning honestly started a little messy…

Main khushi mein hi late uthi.

Aur jaise hi kitchen ka scene dekha — sabzi mein namak nahi tha

Mummy ka halka sa gussa,

aur mera late hona… office ke liye bhaagna…

Everything felt rushed.

Thoda guilt, thoda pressure… thoda “why is everything off today?” wala feeling.

 

๐Ÿข Office pahunch toh gayi…

par kaam aur aalas dono saath-saath chal rahe the.

Body wahan thi,

but mind… kahin aur.

 

๐ŸฑBut then… lunch happened. ๐Ÿค

Aur pata nahi kyun,

aaj ka tiffin felt different.

Sabzi, roti…

aur saath mein chhoti-chhoti khushiyan:

Tawa pulao, samosa, vada, masala vadi, banana chips…

It wasn’t just food.

It felt like comfort.

Jaise kisi ne bina bole kaha ho —

“It’s okay, aaj ka din itna bhi bura nahi hai.”

Haan… stomach pain tha.

Itna ki properly kha bhi nahi pa rahi thi.

But still…

somehow I ate.

Because sometimes,

we don’t eat just for hunger —

we eat to feel better.

 

 ๐Ÿฅญ Aur phir… ek aur chhoti si khushi.

Mujhe boss se mango ka box mila.Aur us moment pe…

pata hai kya hua?

Mujhe woh yaad aayi.

Because I know —

she loves mangoes.

Aur bas ek thought aaya…

kaash main uske saath share kar pati…

Kabhi kabhi na,

kuch cheezein humare paas hoti hain…

but jinke saath share karna hota hai,

woh paas nahi hote.

Aur wahi thoda sa heavy bana deta hai sab kuch.

 

๐Ÿคฒ Dil se bas ek dua nikli:

“Allah, please… usse mere paas bhej do.

Itna paas ki hum roz mil sakein…

saath baith sakein… saath hass sakein…”

Aur ek chhoti si hope bhi —

iss saal main uske liye mango zaroor laungi.

 

๐Ÿ“– Waise… aaj ek aur good news bhi hai.

I finally finished “The Kite Runner.”

And honestly…

it left something inside me.

Ek line jaise dil mein reh gayi:

“There are good people in this world…”

Aur mujhe laga —

shayad main unse abhi tak nahi mili…

but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

Maybe… one day, I will.

 

๐ŸŒ† Shaam ko…

main apni darling ke saath Zudio gayi.

Thoda sa time, thodi si normal life…

aur achanak laga —

maybe the day is not that bad after all.

Aur yaad aaya —

Ammi Abbu ki anniversary hai.

Unke saath time spend karna hai.

Because at the end of the day…

yehi moments matter karte hain.

 

๐Ÿฝ️ Dinner mein chicken kofta & rice tha…

Simple, comforting, satisfying.

Aur us moment pe bas ek thought aaya:

“Life mein best cheezein hoti hain…

par hum focus worst pe karte rehte hain.”

 

๐ŸŒ™ So today…

I didn’t write a perfect day.

I wrote a real day.

Thoda messy,

thoda emotional,

thoda painful…

but also full of small, beautiful moments.

Aur bas khud ko yaad dilaya:

“Buri cheezein draft karo… delete karo.

Achhi cheezein feel karo… aur unhe dil tak pahunchne do.”

 

๐ŸŒธ Maybe blooming ka matlab yeh nahi hota

ki life perfect ho jaaye…

Maybe it means —

you still choose softness… even on hard days.


Allhumdulilah..


Safarnama

 


Monday, 20 April 2026

๐Ÿ“– DAY: 109: 20-04-2026:“Trying to Get Back on Track ๐Ÿ“–

20-04-2026

Hi, it’s 4:53 PM and I’m starting the vlog now.

Right now I’m free. After going home, there are still a lot of pending tasks that I need to complete.

The main focus is to go through the RA videos.
If I complete at least 2 chapters today, I’ll feel back on track.

Now let me document my office day.

Today, I woke up early and reached home. Then I started reading the book The Kite Runner. I’ll post about its story tomorrow… stay tuned.

For now, the market update seems a bit quiet—there’s no major movement for the last two days.
Yes, there’s a slight update regarding that deal, let’s see how it goes.

I also dropped Sarab’s little gift (from 4 years ago). I asked Uncle if it would reach today, but he said no—by tomorrow.

I hope I get time to continue reading the book. After that, office work continued… and then I posted my vlog as well.
I also shared my vlog editing skills with a friend—still learning and improving.

Chalo… now I need to continue my office work.

Okay, ta-ta, bye.

Alhamdulillah ✨
— Safarnama

Sunday, 19 April 2026

๐ŸคDAY 108: 19-04-2026 : Sending dua for my family.....

19-04-2026 

Sunday, 10:54 p.m. ๐ŸŒ™

Aaj Sunday yahin khatam hota hai… Ek gehri saans ke saath.

Aur mera poora din… bas ek hi naam ke aas paas ghoomta raha —mera bhaiii.

Aaj dopahar Abbu ka call aaya. Unhone kaha, “Ammi ko phone do…” Aur pata nahi kyun, dil ne pehle hi keh diya — kisi ki death ho gayi hai.

Aur haan… mera cousin bhai ab is duniya mein nahi hai.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.( we say when we listen the news of death)


“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un” (ุฅِู†َّุง ู„ِู„ّู‡ِ ูˆَุฅِู†َّู€ุง ุฅِู„َูŠْู‡ِ ุฑَุงุฌِุนูˆู†َ)

Meaning:
“Indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we will return.”


A Letter to My Bhaiii ๐Ÿค

Assalamu Alaikum bhaiii,

Main… Khushnuma. Shayad aapko yaad ho, shayad na ho.

Mujhe bhi clearly yaad nahi hai hum kab baat kiye the… Bas itna yaad hai — kisi ne mujhe awaaz dekar bulaya tha. Aur mujhe lagta hai… woh aap hi the.

Bhaiii, main aapke liye dua kar rahi hoon. Hamesha karti thi ki humari family salamat rahe, khush rahe… Lekin Allah ne aapko itni jaldi bula liya.

Mujhe pata hai… Aaj aapko sabse zyada takleef kis baat ki hogi —aapke chhote bachche.

Woh abhi nadaan hain… chhote hain…Aur aap unse door ho gaye.

Aaj hi Abbu ne bataya — aap bahot hardworking the, apne bachchon ke liye jeete the. Mujhe aise fathers bahot pasand hain, bhaiii.

Lekin ab aap Allah ke paas ho…Unse kehna — aapke bachchon ko achhi kismat de,aur aapki wife ko himmat aur samajh de.

Aur agar zindagi ne mujhe mauka diya…
toh main aapke bachchon se milungi.
Unhe apni mohabbat dungi.
Aur agar mere paas paise honge… toh woh bhi dungi.

Woh mere liye sirf aapke bachche nahi… mere bhai-behen jaise hain.


Meri dua hai,
Allah aapki maghfirat ata farmaaye,
aapke har gunah maaf kar de,
aur agar aapko koi takleef ho… toh aapko sabr de.

Aaj Phuppu bahot ro rahe the…Aur unka dard mehsoos ho raha tha.Apne jawaan bete ko khona… yeh sabse bada imtehaan hota hai.

Main aapke liye fatiya bhi karwaungi, InshaAllah.


Bhaiii…
Jab aapko Saji bhai milen, unko mera salam kehna.Kehna unki chhoti friend abhi bhi unhe yaad karti hai…aur thoda guilty bhi hai.and tell him Im big now...

Dada ko bhi mera salam kehna…Mujhe pata hai unhe mujhse bahot complaints hongi ๐Ÿ˜…Dadi ko bhi…
Kehna mujhe unke woh 5 rupaye abhi bhi yaad hain. aur bade abbu bhiii.. i still remember his dawat.. He is my inspiration for hardwork and business.. bade abbu please blessed me with your hands that I owned a shops like you...

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai —kaash hum sab saath hote… baith kar baatein karte… haste…

Kaash mere paas bhi aapke saath ek yaad hoti, ek strong memory… jo main pakad kar rakh sakti.


Ab aap sab se milo bhaiii… Sabko mera salam aur mohabbat dena. Kehna — main badi ho gayi hoon… par thodi irresponsible abhi bhi hoon.


Ya Allah…

Aap unke saath narmi se pesh aana.
Unke gunah maaf kar dena.
Aap maa se bhi zyada rehmat karne wale ho.

Unhe sukoon dena.
Unke bachchon ko hifazat dena.
Unki family ko sabr dena.

Aur hum sabko sehat aur achhi naseeb ata farmaana...ameen


Allah, jo aap humare haq mein likhte ho, woh hume manzoor hai.
Kyuki hume yakeen hai — aap humare liye hamesha behtareen hi chunte ho.

Alhamdulillah for everything.
Sabr… aur Shukr. Allah humari full family ko sehatmand aur lambi zindagi ata farmana and har inssan ko bhi... ameen

Safarnama ๐Ÿค๐ŸŒ™

Saturday, 18 April 2026

๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒฟDAY 107: Im in garden again...abb full summer yahi karna hai mujhe..๐Ÿคช

18-04-2026


Hii hellooooo… ๐Ÿ˜„ It’s 7:05 PM, evening—Andhera hone wala hai ๐ŸŒ† so I’m running my pen too fast to complete my blog ✍๐Ÿป


I planned to post all my pending blogs today itself on metro station because wahan free WiFi milta hai ๐Ÿ“ถ & I’m already out of my data ๐Ÿ˜…


So here’s a pic of the day… In the morning I visited the bank to deposit cheque of Abbu & Rallo ๐Ÿฆ


Then I ate bhindi ki sabzi & roti as breakfast around 12:00 PM ๐Ÿฝ️ (basically noon tha, not morning ๐Ÿ˜„). Then I ate Tripal Schezwan rice & soup as lunch ๐Ÿœ


Aur book padkar, nahakar I came here in the garden ๐ŸŒฟ

_wifi nahu mila kuch technical error tha shayad so ghar aakar I posted..๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค

Will share all pic soon here ..as phone friendly nahi hu mai and network ka bhi bahot problem hai.. so stay tuned..


Allahhafiz.

๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’DAY 106: A midnight thought, I brought a gift...garden and I got a gift to...

17-04-2026

It’s 2:07 AM, midnight… I feel alone ๐Ÿ˜ถ‍๐ŸŒซ️ koi hai hi nahi jisse baat karu. I scrolled my Instagram ๐Ÿ“ฑ, then I read my book ๐Ÿ“–. Neend bohot aa rahi hai lekin pata nahi kyun so nahi pa rahi hu… ๐Ÿ˜ด I don't why but I cried ...accha hua mujhe koi dekha nahii aur mai so gyi..


So it’s a next day… I wrote something yesterday & I erased it all… ๐Ÿฅฒ Chalo, ab chutti walk din ka mera fix ek kaam ho hi gaya hai—that’s writing & posting blogs ✍๐Ÿป


Kal ka din office mein guzra as it was Friday, aur meri only motivation hai 2 din ki chutti—Sat & Sun ๐Ÿ˜Œ so I got up and ran to office ๐Ÿƒ‍♀️


Alas karte karte main late ho gayi… Ab climate bhi itna khatarnak hai ki bina nahaye office bhi nahi ja sakte ๐Ÿฅต


So aaj main late ho gayi… office jaakar I didn’t open anything, instead I opened my bag & grabbed my book “The Kite Runner” ๐Ÿ“– and started reading. Honestly, aaj main full day online thi & maine zyada kuch kaam bhi nahi kiya ๐Ÿ˜…


Ohh… main aapse kehna bhool gayi—subah office jaate waqt I bought the same book to surprise Sabab ๐Ÿฅน because you know, birthday wali feeling jahan log wish karte hain but we actually wait for our loved ones ๐Ÿ’ So I prepared a small little gift for Sabab ๐ŸŽ from my side.


Office ke baad main ek aur kaam se gayi—visa ke liye document dene, but woh reject ho gaya ❌ reason: declaration not filled. I was like “nooo” ๐Ÿ˜ญ but anyway I filled the form again & didn’t pay any extra money.


Phir main almost 6:39 tak wahan thi, then train late aa gayi ๐Ÿš† so I took a metro & came back home.


Aaj mere baking ki office mein ladai ho gayi thi… she was not fine generally as she was celebrating her birthday with her IT college friends ๐ŸŽ‰ Hum log phir bahar gaye, baatein ki, shopping ki, pani puri khayi & coke piya ๐Ÿ˜„


Mujhe thoda ill feel ho raha tha, like vomiting jaisa ๐Ÿคข, pyaas bhi bohot lag rahi thi… even I was sweating too hard ๐Ÿฅต but phir maine juice piya aur thoda better feel hua ๐Ÿน


Bohot achha laga… my darling bought me what I want ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’– — the mini fan ๐Ÿชญ


Thankful for the day… Alhamdulillah ๐Ÿค

-safarnama.



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๐Ÿ‘€DAY105: READING MY BOOK_THE KITE RUNNER

 16-04-2026 | Safar Nama ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨

Hii… kaise ho aap sab?

Aaj ka blog thoda late start hua…

8:11 p.m. pe likhne baithi thi…
par honestly… sirf 2–3 lines hi likh paayi.

Phir pata nahi kyun…
mann nahi laga.

Pen side mein rakha…
aur main seedha apni book ke paas chali gayi.

Haan… wahi book…

The Kite Runner.

Kaafi time se mere paas hai yeh…
par read karne ka proper time mil hi nahi raha tha.

Aaj finally… thoda sa waqt mila.

Aur main padhte padhte…
kahi aur hi chali gayi.

Around 120 pages complete kiye…

Aur sach bolu…

Kuch parts ne literally shock kar diya.

Aisa laga jaise story sirf padh nahi rahi hu…
feel kar rahi hu.

Kabhi kabhi na…
books aapko itna andar tak hit karti hai
ki aap khud ke thoughts se milne lagte ho.

Pakaa…
jab finish karungi na…
poori story aapke saath share karungi.

Phir thodi der baad…

Abbu ghar aaye.

Meeting se…
chacha aur unke friend ke saath gaye the Bandra.

Ghar ka environment thoda discussion mode mein tha…

Mom, dad… sab log kuch topics pe baat kar rahe the.

Phir thodi der baad…

Abbu ne ek baat boli…

Woh keh rahe the ki
“hum log discuss karte hai ki aaj kal ke bachche kaise behave kar rahe hai…”

Aur phir unhone apni side share ki…

Kaise unhone hume raise kiya…

Aur kaise kabhi kabhi
cheezon ka result ulta ho jata hai…

(backfire ho jata hai…)

Pata nahi kyun…

Par iss baar maine chup rehne ka choose nahi kiya.

Maine thoda loud bol diya…

“Abbu… jab hum samajhte nahi the…
tab aapne hume itna pyaar diya…

Toh aaj jab zarurat hai…
aapko bhi samajhna chahiye na…
aur hamari madad karni chahiye…”

Woh moment…

Thoda heavy tha.

Par real tha.

Kabhi kabhi na…
baatein bolni padti hai…

warna woh andar hi reh jaati hai.

Abhi 11:21 p.m. ho raha hai…

Aur honestly…

Aaj body bhi thakki hui hai…

aur mind bhi.

Stomach aur back dono pain kar rahe hai…

Proper baith bhi nahi pa rahi hu.

Phir bhi…

Main wait kar rahi hu…

Ice-cream ka ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Garmi ka season hai na…

Aur ghar pe jab ice-cream aati hai…
toh ek choti si khushi mil jaati hai.

Aaj ek achi baat bhi hui…

Main office time pe pahunch gayi.

Aur aaj bhi calls ka load tha…

DMAT charges ke liye follow-ups…

Thodi vasuli ho gayi…

Aur thodi abhi baaki hai…

(yeh cycle khatam hi nahi hota ๐Ÿ˜…)

Raat ko…

Office ka kaam…
khana…
aur phir ice-cream ka intezaar…

Par aaj toh intezaar bhi thoda lamba ho gaya…

Aur phir…

Alhamdulillah…

Ice-cream aa gayi ๐Ÿฆ

Aur bas…
us ek bite ne poora din thoda sa better bana diya.

Kabhi kabhi na…

Happiness itni simple hoti hai.

Aaj ka din perfect nahi tha…

Par real tha.

Aur shayad…
yehi kaafi hai.

Allhumdulillah.......

— Safar Nama ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨

๐ŸฅธDAY: 104 -15-04-2026- a WEDNESDAY FEELS LIKE MONDAY..

 15-04-2026 | Safar Nama ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨

A Wednesday That Felt Like a Monday

Hii… kaise ho aap sab?

Aaj ka din… thoda ajeeb tha.Aisa Wednesday… jo bilkul Monday jaisa feel ho raha tha.Some days don’t begin with clarity… they begin with confusion.Aur aaj… exactly waisa hi tha.

Subah 7:00 baje alarm baja…aur jaise har roz hota hai… maine usse ignore kar diya.

“Bas 5 minute aur…”

Aur woh 5 minute… seedha 7:30 ban gaye.

Koi dramatic start nahi…koi motivation nahi…

Bas ek silent rush.

Fatafat uthi…lunch, water bottle, books, wallet… sab uthayaaur ghar se nikal gayi…

Already feeling like… main din se thodi peeche chal rahi hu.

8:15 tak bus pakadne ke liye bhaagna pada.

Par woh bhaagna sirf physical nahi hota na…dimaag bhi saath bhaag raha hota hai…Already preparing for the chaos ahead.

Aur haan…
aaj ka din ne disappoint nahi kiya.Work… unusually heavy tha. Shayad new financial year ka pressure…shayad calls ka load…Par 70+ calls in a single day…It doesn’t just drain energy.

It drains patience…
voice…
aur kabhi kabhi mood bhi.

Same cheeze baar baar samjhana…clients ko Update karna…charges, interest, payments…

Ek point ke baad… aap sirf kaam nahi karte…

Aap thak jaate ho. 4:30 p.m. tak…main sirf tired nahi thi…

Main done thi.Kaan dard kar rahe the…gala bhi…

Aur andar se bas ek hi awaaz aa rahi thi —“Bas. Enough.”Par din khatam kaha hota hai itni jaldi…

Office ke baad plan tha…market jaane ka.

Kuch lena tha… kisi ke liye.Par life ne phir se apna twist daal diya.

Main apni colleague ke saath nikal gayi…woh house hunting kar rahi thi.

Sharing auto…random baatein…thodi hasi…

Aur phir…Pata chala…Keys hi nahi hai ๐Ÿ™‚Ek second ke liye frustration…phir hasi…Classic moment.

Kabhi kabhi na…aisi choti choti situations hidin ko yaadgar bana deti hai.Wapas aate waqt ek simple si realization hui…

Agar uska ghar yaha final ho gaya…toh woh mere ghar ke paas hogi.

Pata nahi kyun…par uss thought ne thoda sa sukoon diya.

Ek choti si happiness…pure chaotic din ke beech.

Ghar pahunchte hi…sab thoda soft ho gaya.

Home has that effect.Abbu ke saath baithi…samosa aur chai…

Aur bas… mood reset.

Woh Goa se aaye the…aur choti choti cheeze laaye the…

Dry fruits… coffee sachets…hotel waale soaps…

Weird lagta hai na… Par mujhe aisi small things genuinely khush kar deti hai.

Shayad cheeze important nahi hoti… unka thought hota hai.

Hum baith ke baatein kar rahe the… travel… jagah… plans…

Aur main… train ke seats check kar rahi thi.

Window seat… Meri favourite.

Shayad mujhe safar pasand hai…destination se zyada.

Raat ko… 11:33 p.m.

Finally… main baithi likhne.Aur tab realize hua…

Blogging sounds simple…Par hota nahi hai.

Aapko feel karna padta hai…
sochna padta hai…
aur phir usse words dene padte hai.

2–3 ghante lag jaate hai…
sirf ek din ko samajhne mein.

Par jab likh lete ho na…

Toh ek ajeeb sa satisfaction milta hai.

Because when you write…

You realize…

Even the most ordinary days…
carry stories.

Aur shayad aaj ka lesson bhi wahi tha…

Not every day needs to be perfect.

Kuch din sirf jeene ke liye hote hai…
feel karne ke liye…
aur yaad rakhne ke liye.

Toh batao…

Aapka aaj ka din kaisa tha? ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ญ✨

-safarnama 
Dekho k.sir ki wife ne share kiye tumhare sir ke paas bhu same book hai as you posted on your reel ...




Wednesday, 15 April 2026

๐ŸŽซDAY103- 14-04-2026: I wake up at 4.00 am just for tickets.....

14-04-2026


Hii—Happy Ambedkar Jayanti to you all!! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ Like Bhim people ke saath rehkar, I got to know about the man of India and the reason behind why they celebrate you—worship you ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป Today, I respect you for your work towards our nation, India. I will continue to celebrate you. Mere APJ Abdul Kalam ji ke baad, now you’re the inspiration of me ✨ Dua hai main bhi aap jaisi banu ๐Ÿค I educate myself very well ๐Ÿ“š I work for my country & people of my nation without distinguishing any religion. A heartfelt salute to you ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป

Aaj bohot chutti wala day hai ๐Ÿ˜Œ The market is off, but aaj subah main 4:00 almost uthi hu… soch soch kar hi thak gayi thi ๐Ÿ˜… Aapko yaad hoga 8th of April ko I went to take ticket for H. Nizamuddin, and now today we are going to take ticket for returning back ๐ŸŽซ Ab I want June tickets. Sab nahi batungi, but June is a peak season—jab log vacation ke baad Mumbai wapas aate hain ๐ŸŒ† Iss chakkar mein jaldi uthna pada… and honestly, I’m happy ๐Ÿ˜Š Even mujhe police uncle ne bhi kaha, “Line mein ho? Let your mamma stand.” I replied… main khush hu that I’m going on a trip ๐Ÿงณ Alhamdulillah for everything ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป

Ab hum jab Andheri gaye se wapas nikle… hume turant bus mil gayi ๐ŸšŒ I was trying to keep my mouth shut as Ammi commanded me—otherwise she would never take me ๐Ÿค So I was sincerely following the rule. Hum fatafat pahunch gaye Andheri because traffic bhi nahi tha, aur bus bhi kahin ruki nahi ๐Ÿšฆ Wahan pahunchkar I was just peeping ki log kahan khade hain… crowd kahan hai ๐Ÿค” par log zameen par baithe the, kuch door khade the. Phir hum enquiry store tak gaye—who is last? Hum uske peeche apni turn laga diye. After talking with people, hume last person mil hi gaya. He was an auto rickshaw driver & unhe UP jaana tha ๐Ÿš– Main thodi anxious thi, isliye zyada peeping nahi kar pa rahi thi ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Ab ticket counter 8 baje open hona tha ⏰ Hum bahar wait kar rahe the—socha kuch bhi ho, mera mouth shut karna mushkil hai ๐Ÿ˜… Thodi der maine book read ki because I carried my book ๐Ÿ“– Mujhe pata hai agar bored hui toh kahin na kahin se time nikal hi jaayega, so I do it. Thode pages padhne ke baad, I opened my phone and started showing last pics of our trip ๐Ÿ“ฑ Aunty were like “dekho kitne chhote lag rahe hai sab…” ๐Ÿ˜„ aur ek baat meri loop mein hai: “I like to keep & click pics” ๐Ÿ“ธ and that’s really true—I love pictures ๐Ÿค

Phir baat karte karte ek pyaari cheez main kehna bhool gayi… guess what? I saw the beautiful chaand ๐ŸŒ™ Dheere dheere raat din mein badal gayi aur sach mein safar ka maza aa gaya ✨ Police uncle aaye, pictures click ki aur hume online bhi kar diya. I can say yeh wali police achhi thi ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป Hum line mein lage. Humare paas 2 forms the—Agra to Mum & Delhi to Mum. Humne Agra to Mum prefer kiya but it was not available. Police uncle ne mujhe pehle hi bata diya tha—Agra ki sirf 3 tickets available hain aur second waiting list par hai ๐ŸŽŸ️ Aunty ne kaha lelo, second aunty ne kaha nahi lo. Ticket man was looking at me to take the decision fast ๐Ÿ˜ถ He said, “Buy from Amritsar to Mumbai, pay high—you’ll get.” Maine bola yes after asking my mom. Even mummy ke paas paise nahi the, so I asked aunty to pay, I will give ๐Ÿ’ธ Money circulation bohot zyada hua—kisi ne kisi ko paise diye, us waqt nobody knows, but after a whole serious situation we got the confirmed ticket ๐ŸŽ‰ Means yes, it’s confirmed—we are going ๐Ÿงณ Alhamdulillah, Allah humari yeh trip naseeb ata farmana ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป Please Ameen—hum jaaye aur wapas bhi aaye, sab safe ๐Ÿ›ค️

Ab paise ka bhi issue hua—ek aunty ne extra ₹100 bhi de diye ๐Ÿ’ฐ Wapas aate waqt railway uncle ne call kiya—take the money back ๐Ÿ“ž Alhamdulillah, tab tak hume bus mil gayi thi ๐ŸšŒ

Ghar aakar mujhe garmi lagi, fan on karke I slept and got up around 3:00 PM ๐Ÿ˜ด Then I went to the bathroom, took a bath, phir thoda relax hokar garden chali gayi ๐ŸŒฟ Aaj maine mere classmate ko ek fake experience letter bana kar diya, uske liye mujhe guilt feel hua ๐Ÿ˜” Abhi tak samajh nahi aa raha why I did that. I will not take this money and will keep it in my gullak  Garden se hi I dropped a letter to him, phir Divvi ko call kiya—humne 1.5 hours baat ki, maza aa gaya ☎️ Phir maine book ke kuch pages read kiye and wrote a letter to myself—pehli baar maine khud ko likha ✍๐Ÿป Andhera hua aur we came out of garden around 8:00 PM ๐ŸŒƒ I drank a glass of sugarcane juice, had pani puri and returned back home ๐Ÿน

Ghar aakar I sent all my documents to another company ๐Ÿ“ฉ It’s not official yet—jab official hoga, I will inform you. Aaj ka day kuch aisa tha… Tickets ke liye Alhamdulillah… Allah H. Nizamuddin ๐Ÿค Thank you ✨

Allhumdullialah!!
-safarnama

๐Ÿ‘‰DAY 102-13-04-2026| “Ek Quote, Ek Raat aur Thoda Sa Sukoon ๐ŸŒ™”

13-04-2026 | MONDAY

Hii… kaise ho aap sab?

Deep breath li… aur abhi exact 8:00 PM hai.

Main phir se wapas aa gayi hu… pen aur paper ke saath… apne pending blogs likhne.

Laptop abhi bhi same condition mein hai…
aur honestly, uski wajah se bohot saari cheeze delay ho rahi hai.

Abhi thodi der pehle… mere dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa loop chal raha tha.

Ek aisa thought… jisse main sach mein darr gayi thi.

Main bas dua kar rahi thi — Allah, please isse mere dimaag se nikaal do.

Phir achanak…

Maine pen side mein rakha… phone uthaya… aur Instagram scroll karne lagi.

Aur waha mujhe ek quote dikha —

“Enjoy the space between where you are now & where you are going.”

Pata nahi kyun…
par uss ek line ne thodi si rahat de di.

Kabhi kabhi na… overthinking itni zyada ho jaati hai
ki hum khud se hi darrne lagte hai.

Main khud se pooch rahi thi…

Mujhe kis baat ka darr hai?

Agar mere paas peace hai…
toh kya mujhe aur chahiye?

Aur us “aur” ke chakkar mein…
main khud ko hi damage kar rahi hu.

Mujhe lagta hai meri thinking ability bhi slow ho rahi hai…

Aur yeh fatigue… yeh thakaan…
sirf body ki nahi hai… mind ki bhi hai.

Kabhi aapko bhi aisa feel hota hai?

Agar haan… toh please mujhe batao… iska koi “medicine” hai?

(Grown wali, sach wali baatein kabhi khatam nahi hoti… so let it be…)

Chalo… ab aaj ka din share karti hu…

Aaj boss ne mujhe cabin mein bulaya.

Friday aur Saturday chhutti di…

Aur honestly… mujhe daant ki aadat hai ๐Ÿ˜…

Isliye mujhe utna feel bhi nahi hua.

Main thodi si sad wali acting karke bahar aayi…
ek bekaar si smile ke saath.

Haan… main thodi besharam hu ๐Ÿ˜‚

Aaj main surprisingly office jaldi pahunch gayi.

Par aaj ek problem thi…

Mujhe bohot zyada neend aa rahi thi.

Main control kar rahi thi…
par aankhen band hone ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi.

Aur upar se… boss mere right side mein baithe the ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Thoda dar bhi lag raha tha…

Phir kaam chalta raha…

Aur aaj mera 6th day tha.

Shaam mein Adi (Lil kid) ne mujhe jaldi ghar drop kar diya…

Uske liye main grateful hu.

Par sach bolu…

Iss bond mein bhi mujhe sukoon feel nahi hota.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
yeh friendship drop kar du.

Kyuki kahi na kahi mujhe lagta hai
yeh log mere type ke nahi hai.

Par phir ek confusion aata hai…

Woh mere saath ache hai… kind hai…

Toh kya mujhe rehna chahiye?

Yeh “stay ya leave” ka thought hi thaka deta hai.

Par phir…

Ek jagah hai jahan mujhe sach mein sukoon milta hai.

Meri chand yaari… ❤️

I love you.

Allhumdulillah!!!!

-Safarnama......

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