The Cozy Corner

  If someone had told me two months ago that my life would change this much, I don’t think I would’ve believed them. I was the girl whose biggest worry was finding the right outfit before school or getting to tuition on time. And suddenly, I took a flight alone, crossed oceans, left behind my comfort, my routines, my parents, my tiny world and stepped into a life that felt too big for me at first. But now, looking back, I realise how much I’ve grown without even noticing. I never understood privilege until I didn’t have it anymore. Back home, everything felt so normal like eating together, hearing my parents’ voices anytime I wanted, celebrating festivals with them, being surrounded by familiarity. Now, some days all I crave is ten minutes of their voice. It’s strange how adulthood teaches you the value of things you never stopped to appreciate when you had them right in front of you. In the middle of this chaos, confusion, homesickness, and growing up way too fast, I found my...

My Kind of Rich (And It Has Nothing To Do With Money) I don’t own a Louis Vuitton bag. I’ve never popped champagne on a yacht. I don’t vacation in Santorini or wear crystals worth someone’s monthly salary. But I’ve got my own kind of rich. ● Rich is my mom's daal that tastes better than any overpriced risotto . Because it’s made with hands that prayed over every bite. Not served on a gold plate, but always served with love. And no 5-star bill at the end — just a full stomach and a full heart. ● Rich is knowing that I can cry in the kitchen and someone will still pass me the sugar. No questions. No drama. Just silent understanding. That kind of comfort? You can’t swipe a card for it. ● Rich is a room that smells like hair oil and warm bedsheets . It's the smell of safety. Of routine. Of “home.” I don’t need a mansion when four walls are filled with people who wait for me to come back. ● Rich is a playlist that knows exactly when I need to heal and when I need to scre...

A few weeks ago, I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in years. The kind of person who knew me in a different lifetime—when things felt lighter, simpler, and honestly, a little louder. They smiled, said hello, and then tilted their head and said, “You’ve changed.” It wasn’t meant harshly, but for some reason, it stayed with me all day. Changed? I mean, sure. But wasn’t I supposed to? I remember the version of me they were referring to. The girl who laughed so loudly in school corridors, who knew the lyrics to every trending song, who replied to texts instantly, who didn’t need a moment to herself after every conversation. I liked her, too. But I’ve also met other versions of me since then. Quieter ones. Softer ones. The one who takes a little longer to answer texts because her energy is somewhere else. The one who overthinks what she says in a group chat. The one who now knows peace is sometimes better than proving a point. But you know what’s funny? Depending on who you ask, you’ll get a ...

In the race to achieve more, we often forget to pause. We are constantly chasing the next goal, setting new milestones, and running tirelessly toward an uncertain future. But amidst all this chaos, have you ever taken a moment to look back and acknowledge how far you’ve come? A few months ago, I was just a girl scribbling dreams in my notebook, uncertain if they would ever take shape. I wrote down my ambitions, visualized my journey, and mapped out ways to reach those prestigious colleges. Back then, securing a scholarship seemed like an impossible dream—something so far-fetched that I feared even saying it out loud. Yet, here I am today, holding a well-earned scholarship to a university. It still feels surreal. But what truly matters is not just the scholarship itself—it’s the journey, the effort, and the resilience it took to get here. The long nights spent refining my skills, the endless applications, the courage it took to put myself out there, and the persistence to ke...

HELLO READERS, There is a quote that goes like " regret is the most painful thing, you will ever experience, not because of the things you lost but because of the things you never tried to achieve" Regret is a nagging feeling- that you should have done better or a sting of bitter thoughts that you are not enough!! Trust me, after putting in so much effort and endless sleepless nights of self doubt, I have realized what if this path of regret is turning you into someone greater. We, as students often carry this burden of expectations from our parents, society and most dangerously from ourselves. It's not always about scoring high marks and getting into top colleges. It's about the fear of not doing enough and securing a successful future. This fear slowly turns into an invisible burden of regret-That we tend to carry on this beautiful journey of exploring ourselves. Toxicity arises we ask ourselves questions like ' WHAT IF I AM NOT ENOUGH', 'MAYBE I DON...

Hello readers,  Every generation carries its own label. Boomers are known for their stability. Minnenials for their hustle. And Gen z's, unfairly for being 'lost'. We are seen as generation adrift-tethered more to screens than to people. But are we really lost or just simply misunderstood. I deny all these allegations, ● We communicate differently but we do care. We we send a simple message wrapped with memes and string of emojis it doesn't mean it lacks sincerity. It just a simple '♥️' can communicate or deliver emotions that sometimes words fail to then why not to use it? Memes are our shared jokes. We send a meme to our friend after a tough day, it is our way of  communicating and expressing that 'Hey, i see you, and i care'. It doesn't mean we lack sincerity and depth. ● Our bubble is our sanctuary, not our cage.    Yes, many of us prefer staying in our bubbles, headphones on, and tuning into our own Playlist that sometimes understa...