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.