Nidhi Gohil
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When life took a different turn, I grew distant from people and closer to books📖. Since then, I started writing my emotions instead of speaking them.🍁
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Lâcher
Letting them go is also love when the other person wants to go. You can't keep a person in your life if they don't want to stay. If a person asks you to set them free, there could be two possibilities: 1. They want a break from you, or 2. They want to break everything off with you. In both cases, you can’t force them to stay.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Writers
Why be thankful?
Being thankful is one of the most important attitudes we can have in life. It shapes our perspective, enriches our relationships, and adds depth to our experiences. Often, we get caught up in the rush of daily life, focusing on what we don’t have or what didn’t go our way. But if we pause and take a moment to reflect, there are countless things we can be thankful for.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Writers
"Nirvana"
Today’s the morning where, after a long time, I'm feeling like myself. So I just woke up and started writing this. There are lots of people in today's world crying over breakups, heartbreaks, and cheating. If we look at these things from a different perspective, for me, it is more about breaking my own heart and cheating myself. Why do I say this? If I tell you about myself, then I am a person who holds herself responsible for the things that happen. Whether it may be good or bad, things happen in the first place because I allow them.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Chapters
Shredded soul
The mirror mocks me. It reflects a face etched with lines, not of laughter, but of battles fought and lost. My eyes, once sparkling pools of hope, are now dulled by a weary acceptance of life's relentless blows. I am a tapestry woven from threads of sorrow, each tear a shimmering strand in this symphony of scars. Do you ever feel like the world has chewed you up and spat you out, leaving behind a fragmented mess? Like the very essence of who you were has been shredded, scattered to the wind? That's the constant companion of a shredded soul. The ache is a dull thrumming in your chest, a constant reminder of dreams that turned to dust in your grasp. It's the phantom limb of lost loved ones, the hollowness where joy used to reside. It's the weight of past mistakes, pressing down on you with the crushing force of a collapsing star. We walk through life, collecting these scars, each one a story etched onto our being. Some are jagged and raw, the memory of betrayal still fresh. Others are smooth and faded, the pain dulled by time, but the memory a lingering ghost. But here's the truth, my friends, the one they don't tell you in fairytales: a shredded soul isn't the end. It's the beginning. It's the messy, raw material from which resilience is forged. Because within the cracks, amidst the wreckage, lies a hidden strength. It's the stubborn ember that refuses to be extinguished, the will to rise even when your knees buckle. It's the fierce love that clings to life, even when it feels like all hope is lost. We, the shredded souls, are the survivors. We have walked through fire and emerged, battered but unbroken. We know the depths of despair, but we also know the tenacity of the human spirit. So let the tears fall, my friends. Let them cleanse and purify. Grieve the losses, rage at the injustices, scream into the void if you need to. But then, when the storm subsides, pick up the tattered pieces of your soul. Hold them close, mend them with the threads of self-compassion and love. Because in the brokenness, you will find a new kind of beauty, a resilience forged in the fires of hardship. You will find a strength that can weather any storm. And maybe, just maybe, you'll discover that a shredded soul can be the most beautiful one of all. It's a testament to a life lived, a heart that has loved and lost, a spirit that refuses to be defeated. It's a symphony of scars, a song of survival, and a testament to the enduring human spirit.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Writers
A heartfelt apology for those whom i've hurt
The Symphony of Regret Each memory of pain I've caused plays like a somber melody in my mind, echoing through the chambers of my heart. These are not mere regrets but symphonies of sorrow, each note a reminder of the love and trust that once was. I acknowledge the tears you’ve shed, the silent cries that only your pillow heard, and the moments of confusion that my actions must have caused.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Writers
