Stream of Consciousness

Premier League Drama: Ten-Man Chelsea Battle for Equalizer at Newcastle - Three More Thrilling Matches Await. AI-Generated.
The clashes between Chelsea and Newcastle United reaffirm the Premier League's reputation for tumultuous excitement. St James' Park is ever rowdier whenever Chelsea football club finds itself in town, and there is no denying the intensity the Blues bring to the pitch. One of the most exciting parts of the game was how fiercely Chelsea seemed to be contesting to find an equalizer given the fact that they had Chelsea reduced to ten men.
By SAYAN GURIAabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Helped a Lost Child—and What It Taught Me About Humanity
It’s funny how life sometimes throws moments at you that make you pause, reconsider your beliefs, and even change the way you view the world. It was one of those ordinary days that, in hindsight, I realize wasn’t so ordinary after all. Little did I know, a single encounter would leave an impression so profound on me that it would redefine my perspective on human connection.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
How a Stranger’s Compliment Pulled Me Out of a Dark Place
It’s easy to feel lost when the world around you seems to be caving in. Sometimes, the weight of life’s struggles can feel suffocating, and the simplest of things – like getting out of bed or facing the day – becomes a challenge. I had found myself in that dark place, a place where joy seemed like a distant memory and every step forward felt like trudging through thick mud.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
Discovering My Passion for Painting at 40
It’s funny how life often throws unexpected gifts when you least expect them. For me, the gift came at the age of 40, a milestone that is supposed to be a marker of adulthood, responsibility, and perhaps the beginning of a midlife crisis. But for me, it was something more profound—a journey of self-discovery and rediscovery.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
When Love Faded: How I Reclaimed My Identity After a Breakup
When people talk about heartbreak, they often describe it as an explosion—loud, sudden, and devastating. But for me, it was more like a slow unraveling. A quiet pulling apart that started long before the actual goodbye. I didn’t notice it at first. Or maybe I didn’t want to. But eventually, I looked in the mirror and saw someone I barely recognized—a woman who had slowly disappeared inside a relationship that no longer reflected her.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
The Illness That Changed My Perspective on Health and Happiness
Before I got sick, I thought I understood what it meant to live a healthy life. I exercised a few times a week, watched what I ate (more or less), and took pride in not missing a single workday in years. I measured health by physical energy and productivity. But that illusion shattered the day I was diagnosed with a chronic illness I never saw coming.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
How Losing My Job Helped Me Rebuild a Better Life
It’s strange how the worst moments in our lives can become the foundation for something better. At the time, it didn’t feel like a blessing in disguise—it felt like the world had collapsed beneath my feet. But looking back now, losing my job was the wake-up call I never knew I needed.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Confessions
Adulting Is Hard
"It's time to get up," the Grown-Up says, her voice gentle in its urging. On the bedside table, the alarm she set last night beeps incessantly, confirming that morning has arrived. Outside the window, birds chirp their cheerful melodies to greet the day, while the pale light of dawn casts rainbows about the room through the dew-covered panes.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Confessions
I Thought I Wasn't Smart — Actually, I Just Think Differently
There was a time when I truly believed I wasn’t smart enough—not enough to join in the intellectual conversations among my academician friends. I listened, but I didn’t share my thoughts. What began as a passing doubt quietly settled in, lurking in my mind whenever we spoke. It began to poison me—not loudly, but in a quiet, aching way. Everyone around me seemed to speak in ideas I didn’t know how to form. I couldn’t see my way of thinking reflected in theirs. While they connected things to theories and big concepts, I connected them to feelings and meaning. That doesn’t make my thoughts lesser—but inside, I felt there was no common ground between us. And without realising it, I kept admiring them while silently blaming myself for not being like them.
By Nuradlina Izzatiabout a year ago in Confessions
Amazing grace
Being in my 40s has led to many revelations. Questioning early learnings and continuous pondering. The way forward does not look anything like the path that led here. Its quite sobering to now be understanding life from a completely different point of view. It seems like there can be good in vastly different scenarios, depending on how you look at it. Time and circumstances play a role and in some instances what you may have chosen a few years ago is now what you would intentionally avoid going forward. Time passes. Our appearances change. We gain clarity as we go along. Silence and loneliness have in time become "rest for the mind" and "space to breathe". I observe the way of life of the next generation, learning, absorbing, contemplating, comparing. The way we have lived life growing up and how we conducted ourselves in our early years comes to mind. While noting the nostalgic glimpses to the past, also in the next second recognising the stark contrast to how things are now. Do we have a say in the way forward. Should we correct the younger generations according to our reference or rather step back and allow life to flow and learnings to occur in their own time. Will those younger be open to our interpretation and guidance or scorn it? What would their elders and caregivers have to say to our corrections. Are we over stepping the mark? Perhaps they would do better than us. Its all unchartered waters and only time and individual perception, perhaps retrospective evaluation sometine in future would provide some clues. Wading through masses of unwanted content in social media, which to some is the new platform to share, to find true gems of wisdom, is sometimes exhausting. I guess old souls crave solid connection. Old school values that are timeless and sweet. A clarity in mind, body and soul and respite needed to go on. Its all beautiful, intimidating, fascinating, questionable, and so much more all at once. We are grateful for the lessons and the opportunity to learn again today. The aim is and has been to protect the innocent pure souls who bring delight and peace to our lives, the ones who give us a true glimpse of heaven, the elderly eyes and young laughs who give us a priceless gift of their presence which is etched in our souls.
By Mogini Nadasanabout a year ago in Confessions
A Name I Borrowed To Be Myself
I am Aarvi. As you already read in the title, it's a fake name—a fake name I created to be myself. Because society and the people around me won't accept a girl who questions everything, who loves to raise her voice and say her thoughts out loud. If I try to be myself, all I get is criticism, disrespect, and becoming a joke. Why? I have been questioning all my life. People take a look at me and decide I am soft, innocent, and obedient. But no, I am not that. When people find out who I really am, all I can see is disappointment in them—looking down at me. So I learned to wear a mask, to look obedient and act kind when all I want to do is scream at them. I am scared that I will lose myself in the process of pleasing people. I want to raise my voice and say what I want one day. When I look in the mirror, I look weak to myself because no one is listening to what I want to say. My opinion doesn’t matter. I tried and learned in a very harsh way. Why is no one at least considering me? Am I that worthless? Am I wrong? Am I overthinking? I questioned myself constantly. But no, it’s not me who is wrong, worthless, or overthinking. It’s all the people around me who look at me and think I’m nothing. That’s why I created this fake name—to exist, really, at least in one place. This is Aarvi, who will appear in front of this world with her real voice, no filter, no sugarcoating. A version of myself where I don’t try to please someone. I’ll try, and I’ll find the people who will listen to my true voice and appreciate the real me as I am. Let me tell you a situation. Recently, I got a proposal from a man. He’s known me for a long time and confessed that he loves me. Said I’m a genuine, kind, beautiful girl. I immediately denied it, saying I’m not what you think. I am not kind all the time. I can be harsh. I state bold opinions. It’s not easy to be in a relationship with me because I hate it when people say what I have to do. I need a man who can stay when I am truly me. After saying everything, all I got from him was, “You’re overreacting.” He didn’t even acknowledge what I said. He carelessly ignored my words as if I was joking. Couldn’t he see the seriousness in my tone and eyes? That’s when I rejected him. And after all that, do you know what I had to hear from my own family? They said, “You rejected a man who is successful, who has money, over some cheap reasons. What, do you think you’re a queen? Can you find a man like him again?” But all I want is a man who will take my words seriously and listen to me with respect. I am not saying posting here won’t bring criticism or opinions about me. But it hurts less when it’s from someone I don’t know and who’s far away. Is it only me who is feeling like this? Are there people around this world who are constantly questioning themselves over others' opinions and constantly hiding—because they're scared of being judged, outcasted, or just trying to save their self-respect and sanity, or simply survive in a world that only wants to see you as what they thought you should be? I don’t know if this will reach anyone. But if it does, know this: Aarvi Nilli is not a mask. She’s the version of me who bleeds out loud.
By Aarvi nilliabout a year ago in Confessions
The Secret My Grandmother Took to Her Grave—And Why I Dug It Up
My grandmother, Eleanor, was the kind of woman who spoke in riddles. Stern, devout, always impeccably dressed in wool skirts and pearls, even in the summer heat. She ran our family like a quiet monarchy—respected, feared, and never questioned.
By MALIK Saadabout a year ago in Confessions