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The Noise in Silence

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Last Night Wasn’t Quiet for Me The electricity went off last night. It should’ve been peaceful no fans, no notifications, no outside noise. The kind of stillness people write poetry about. But for me… it was anything but silent. In that dark, unmoving space, a strange buzzing began in my ears. Not from outside, but from within me. It felt like the world had paused, but my inner world had suddenly turned up the volume. 🎧 A Buzz That Wasn’t Electrical I kept asking myself;  Why is everything around me so still, but my mind feels so loud? I sat near the window, hoping for distraction. But nature’s calm, the chirping crickets, the quiet breeze only made my inner chaos louder. It wasn’t just random thoughts. It was my inner voice , asking questions I’d been avoiding: Are you okay? Why do you feel heavy, even in silence? When was the last time you truly listened to yourself? When the Lights Go Out, You Light Up Inside That night, I understood something I’d neve...
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I Am Short, But I Am Deep

You know what most people notice first about me? Not my voice. Not my thoughts. Just… my height. “Oh my god, you’re so tiny!” Every. Single. Time. At this point, I just smile and say, “Yeah, I stopped growing vertically, so I started growing emotionally.” But truth be told, being short is a whole experience . It comes with its own list of everyday adventures and a few unexpected embarrassments. Like during the Ganpati miravnuk . The energy, the colours, the music; everyone was so hyped about the pathak performance. I was, too. But guess what I saw? Nothing. Just flags, backs, and tall heads. No dhol. No dancers. No drama. I jumped, tiptoed still couldn’t see a thing. Or that poetry competition I participated in once. The mic stand was taller than me, and the podium?  It looked like it was giving the speech on my behalf. From the audience’s view, I was probably just a talking file. And yet, I smiled. I still stood up. I still spoke. Because I’ve realized som...
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The One Who Made College Feel Like Home

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she met him late.   Not in life but in the timeline of college - the second year, when bonds were already built and stories halfway written. But somehow, he found his peace chapter like he was always meant to show up halfway through. He liked her. Everyone could tell. So could she. And yet, on one of their earliest walks, she told him, "I am already in love with someone else." But that didn't scare him away. He stayed. With her. For her. Near her. He let her ride pillion on road trips through monsoons, even when her mood matched the rain. He waited after lectures, showed up before exams, listened more than he spoke. he made the city feel warmer, the hostels less lonely, and her life lighter. He made the chaos of college feel like comfort. They sat in a café full of books, but the real story was them. But sometimes, comfort attracts eyes, People whispered, assumed, judged. And their innocent friendship became a rumour neither of them wanted to sign up for. she got uncomf...
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She Wrote, the Blog Listened

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                            The first time she wrote, it wasn’t with the intention to be read.           It was to breathe. She didn’t know if the words were poems, confessions, or just paper hugs for lonely thoughts. But she knew one thing: they couldn’t stay locked in her notes app anymore. So she gave them a name; Chafa Tales. A name that smelled like early mornings, old memories, and unsaid feelings. A name that felt like her. This isn’t just a blog. It’s a voice for emotions that hide behind strong smiles. For the girl who feels too much and speaks too little. For the boy who reads in silence but remembers every line. These stories won’t change your world. But maybe… maybe they’ll sit beside you on days when your own thoughts are too loud. Welcome. To a world that blooms, one word at a time. – Nidhi (The girl behind the tales)
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