The day boredom stopped by... 🤠

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 the parts of you that you only meet when everything else falls silent.”

The room stayed still. Ayu tilted his head, suddenly remembering the half-filled diary under his bed. The book he hadn’t touched in months. The tiny bonsai on his window sill that had quietly grown three new leaves.

Boredom leaned in. “You see, I’m not here to annoy you. I’m just a mirror… showing you all the corners you’ve forgotten to visit.”

By evening, Ayu had written a page of poetry, solved word puzzles and found a story in the pattern of raindrops on his window.

And when night came, Boredom stood to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” Ayu smiled.

“Only for now,” said Boredom, fading into the shadows. “Call me when the noise gets too loud again.”

Whom does the heart choose?

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 illness stole precious time and moments, yet whose love never wavered?

• The young aunt, who gave up so much, who loved without limits, only to lose what she held most dear?

• Or the child, lost between two worlds, caught in the quiet confusion of love divided and hearts stretched thin?

Perhaps the truth is this: life is hard for everyone.
Pain wears many faces, and love wears many forms. 

In this silent struggle, all three hearts carry a quiet sorrow —
a mother’s pain of absence,
an aunt’s heartbreak of loss,
and a child’s lonely ache for belonging. 

Maybe the greatest kindness we can offer is to step into each other’s shoes — to feel the weight of every heart, and to understand that sometimes, there are no easy answers. May we all find the grace to understand every heart’s silent story. 

To my sister, my forever friend

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.