TAILIAN'S DIARY :)

It was a Sunday that felt like a Monday pretending to nap. Ayu lay sprawled on the floor of his room, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned with the same rhythm as his thoughts — slow, pointless, and tired of itself. His phone battery was dead. The Wi-Fi was out. Even the lizard on the wall had moved on to more exciting corners. “I’m  bored ,” he whispered to no one in particular, hoping the universe might send help. Just then, there was a knock. Not on the door. Not on the window. But somewhere inside his mind. A soft, peculiar knock — like the sound of a raindrop tapping on memory. “Hello?” he blinked. “I’m Boredom,” said a voice, clear and calm. “Mind if I stay for a while?” Ayu sat up. “You’re already here.” Boredom shrugged — a tall figure in beige, with socks that didn’t match and a book half-read. “I’m often misunderstood, you know. People think I’m useless. But I carry hidden doors.” “Doors?” Ayu raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” Boredom smiled. “To imagination. To curiosity. To ...

When I was just six months old, life quietly shifted around me. My mother, fragile with illness, made a heartbreaking decision — to send me to my aunt’s home.Not far away, but far enough that I couldn’t feel my mother’s gentle touch. My parents visited me every other day, their faces full of love and worry. But I was growing up in the arms of my aunt, my favorite aunt — a young woman of only nineteen, who embraced the heavy burden of raising me. For three years, she became my world,my comfort, my guide, my guardian. She gave up dreams, studies, and time, to care for a little girl she had grown to love fiercely. Then came the day my parents came to take me home. I was just learning to speak, to run, to explore — but that night, feverish and frightened, I cried for my aunt. I couldn’t bring myself to call my mother  mummy  or my father papa . The warmth I had known was suddenly torn away, and my small heart was confused and aching. So whom should we feel for? The mother, whose i...

From childhood days of whispered schemes, Through shared adventures, hopes, and dreams. Side by side in school we grew, Karate kicks and shopping too. You, the one who laughs so free, At every joke I share with glee. A heart so warm, a mind so bright, Guiding all with steady light. Through law books thick, you found your way, Yet love and kindness led your stay. Handling storms with grace and might, Turning darkness into light. Oh, wanderer with wings so wide, With every journey, hearts abide. Yet soon you'll walk another lane, A new chapter, joy untamed. But though the roads may twist and bend, You'll always be my dearest friend. For bonds like ours, strong and true, Stay unshaken, ever new.

It was the kind of day when even the dogs in the village were lying down under the shade, their tongues hanging out as if they’d surrendered to the heat. The sun blazed down relentlessly, and the earth seemed to be sizzling beneath the scorching rays. Every step outside felt like walking into an oven. In a small village near the river, a boy named Ayuu sat on the cool cement floor of his house, gazing at the mango trees that looked like they were about to faint from the heat. His mother was inside, busy preparing pakhala, while his sister waved a patta lazily, trying to keep the sweat at bay. The whole village felt like it was in slow motion. Then, something changed. At first, it was just a light breeze, barely enough to move the dusty air. But then the wind picked up, growing stronger and faster, as if the earth had remembered the dance of the clouds. The trees began to sway, their branches shaking like they were trying to escape the heat. The leaves whispered to each other, and Ayuu ...

The mango sighed, the guava swayed, The coconut leaves gently played. The tulsi laughed in drops so sweet, As rain kissed every thirsty leaf. Each droplet danced on earth so dry, A gift from the forgiving sky. The garden sighed, “We've waited long,” Then whispered thanks in rustling song.  The breeze grew soft, the light turned gold, As stories in the silence told. The backyard bloomed in calm delight, Bathed in the grace of fading light.

From the moment I opened my eyes to the world, my father was my constant. He was the one who carried me in his arms, dropped me off at school, polished my shoes, and made sure my socks were neatly pulled up. He helped me with math and science, patiently guiding me through every formula and equation. But more than that, he shaped me into who I am today—with his kindness, his strength, and his unwavering love. Growing up, I always saw him as invincible. A simple man with the most generous heart, he never put himself first. He lived for his family, for us. When he retired in February 2023, I was happy for him. Finally, after years of hard work, he would rest. He would enjoy time with us, free from responsibilities. But life had a different plan. September 6, 2023—A day that changed everything. It started with just a numbness in his fingers. He brushed it off at first, but soon, that numbness spread, creeping through his body like an unseen force. Within hours, he couldn’t move. Our w...