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Word of the Day: 寝技
I am completely drained today. I told Reo that, I was doubting our relationship going forward as, I feel like he doesn't understand my needs and actually gave me pressure during a stressful time. I mean, he is busy as well, and I can understand that with the gaps between replies but, what he does reply with isn't satisfactory enough to keep my attention really. I feel like... I am alone. And I mean, when I was with Kenta, who lives all the way in Japan, I didn't feel alone with him. If you feel alone in your mind, you're alone.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
The Complaint of Old Age Against Me
Foreword Aging is a strange companion. It does not arrive suddenly, nor does it enter our lives with noise or warning. Instead, it slips quietly into our mornings — into the stiffness in our knees, the breath that feels slightly heavier, the slow rise from a familiar chair.
By Ebrahim Parsa2 months ago in Confessions
‘Courageous’ Dharmendra Took a Smaller Role in Seeta Aur Geeta, Says Ramesh Sippy: A Glimpse Into Bollywood’s Golden Era. AI-Generated.
In an industry often defined by glamour, ego, and competition, stories of humility tend to stand out. Such is the case with legendary filmmaker Ramesh Sippy’s recent revelation about Dharmendra’s role in the 1972 classic Seeta Aur Geeta. According to Sippy, Dharmendra willingly accepted a smaller, supporting role—even though he was one of the biggest stars of that era—simply because the film centred on Hema Malini’s double role. What makes the revelation even more intriguing is Sippy’s admission that he was unaware that both Dharmendra and Sanjeev Kumar secretly admired Hema Malini at the time.
By Fiaz Ahmed 2 months ago in Confessions
I Found My Sister’s Diary After She Left:. AI-Generated.
My sister left without pronouncing good-bye. No word. No textual content. No fight. just long past. It changed into a Tuesday morning once I observed. Her bedroom door turned into open — huge open, which become unusual. She continually kept it shut, like her own little sanctuary. interior, the bed become made, the closet half-empty, and her favorite hoodie missing from the hook behind the door.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voice Mail My Father Left me:. AI-Generated.
I hadn’t spoken to my father in fourteen months. It wasn’t a fight, exactly. just a gradual unraveling. overlooked calls. Unanswered texts. A birthday forgotten. He was constantly remote, however after mom died, he have become a shadow. i ended trying. He stopped showing up.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
