“The Journey of a Girl: From Childhood to a Married Woman”

A girl’s life is a story of constant change — some gentle, some sudden, and some that leave a mark forever. She is not just growing in age, but also evolving in strength, emotion, and identity.

👧 Childhood: The Free Spirit

She begins her journey with innocence in her eyes and dreams in her heart. Her world is full of dolls, colors, stories, and questions.

She runs around freely, laughs without hesitation, and loves without fear.

She is often called “princess” — unaware of the responsibilities that will come with time.

In her giggles lives pure joy, untouched by the world’s expectations.

But even as a child, she hears the words —

“Girls don’t sit like that.”

“Don’t go too far.”

“Be careful.”

And slowly, little pieces of that wild spirit begin to tame.

👩‍🦱 Teenage: The Storm Within

Then comes the age of confusion.

Hormones rage, emotions overflow, and the mirror becomes her best friend and worst critic.

She starts to notice how people look at her differently now.

She learns to carry herself in a certain way.

She is told to dream, but not too much.

To speak, but not too loudly.

Her friendships become intense. Her crushes are secret.

Her insecurities grow.

She’s figuring herself out in a world that keeps telling her what she should be.

She feels everything deeply — rejection, pressure, love, ambition.

But often, she hides it all behind a smile, because “good girls don’t complain.”

👩 Adulthood: Becoming Her Own Woman

With time, she enters adulthood — stronger, wiser, more aware.

She studies, works, builds a life, earns respect.

She becomes a support system for others — friends, parents, colleagues.

But behind all her achievements, she’s still expected to be “perfect.”

Perfect daughter.

Perfect employee.

Perfect woman.

Some days she’s confident, some days she breaks down.

She learns that independence isn’t just about money — it’s about voice, choices, and boundaries.

She begins to understand herself better.

She grows into someone she never thought she could be — powerful, yet gentle.

💍 Marriage: A New Identity

And then, one day, she’s married.

A new house, a new name, new responsibilities.

People celebrate her wedding, but they don’t talk much about the silent sacrifices:

Leaving her home.

Adjusting to a new family.

Balancing her own dreams with everyone else’s expectations.

She may be loved deeply. Or she may be questioned constantly.

She may flourish. Or she may forget parts of herself.

But she keeps going —

For her parents.

For her partner.

For society.

🌸 And Through It All…

She remains a daughter, a sister, a friend, a woman.

Carrying roles, dreams, emotions, expectations — all at once.

Her journey is not just about growing up — it’s about transforming.

Each stage leaves a scar, a lesson, and a little more strength.

So the next time you see a girl, remember —

She is not “just” a girl.

She is a whole world in herself.

❤️ Love Is Magical

 Love is magical—not in the fantasy sense, but in the way it quietly transforms us. It doesn’t always arrive with fireworks or dramatic moments. Sometimes, it’s in the way someone waits for you, listens to you, or simply stays. It’s the comfort of being seen without having to explain yourself.

 

Real love has no conditions. It doesn’t try to control, possess, or change. It just exists—gently, freely. When we’re truly in love, we don’t feel the need for anything more. In that moment, we are content. We feel safe, understood, and whole.

 

Love doesn’t demand attention; it thrives in the small, unspoken moments. In presence, in patience, in simply being there without needing a reason. It gives without asking, supports without pressure, and stays even when things aren’t perfect.

 

Love is beautifully express in poetry as:-

 Love is magical, soft, and still.

It doesn’t ask, and it doesn’t will.

No chains, no rules, no whispered “should,”

It simply flows, just as it should.

 

It needs no reason, makes no sound,

Yet it lifts the soul, unchains the bound.

No control, no grand design,

It blooms in silence, pure, divine.

 

It asks for nothing in return.

Yet from its fire, we all yearn.

No hunger stays, no void remains,

When love is real, it soothes all pains.

 

In love, we need no more, no less.

A glance, a touch, a soft caress.

No questions asked, no fear to prove—

Just presence, warmth, and endless truth.

 

It doesn’t hold; it lets us be.

It whispers, “You are safe with me.”

Not perfect, but forever true,

Love is the light we’re guided through.

 

So let it come, and let it stay.

A quiet storm that finds its way.

For love is not some fleeting spark—

It is the flame that lights the dark.

 

💭 But Here’s the Truth…

In today’s fast-paced world, where screens glow brighter than faces and clocks run faster than hearts, we often forget to show love to the ones who matter most. We assume they know.

We get too busy, too tired, and too distracted.

 But love, no matter how magical, needs to be seen, felt, and expressed.

So, pause. 

Send that message. 

Make that call. 

Hold that hand a little longer.

 Because the most beautiful kind of love…

It is the one we never stop choosing to show.

Daughter-in-Law

When we listen to the word "Daughter-in-Law"a, it sounds like full of responsibility. The one who is the smallest member, but full of power to run the house without getting tired. She is new to the house but does all the stuff as if she is the one who made the house "THE HOME".

Everyone in the family, from oldest to youngest is totally dependent on her. She never gets tired when it comes to the family, no excuses when anyone needs her.

Any girl before marriage is like full of drama, lazyness, no responsiblity, never on time or one can say one of the most spoiled member of the family. As soon as the marriage takes place that spoiled Jhali girl is all grown up in a snap.

I am the one who is a night owl and a day dreamer, was always afraid of how will I take all the responsibilities. Everytime the converstion of marriage would come up, i always wondered how someone can eat my half burnt chapatti. how? How can anyone rely on the girl who has the worst dressing sense, who doesnt have any sense of talking or sitting. How? but i always left the converstion by saying that i am earning and i can afford to pay for the maid but mommy always say that family members always expect things from daughter-in-law. After listening to this i was questioning if I will ever be able to do that.

I always wanted to live in a joint family where we have multiple people around so that we can chit chat together, go for trips together (so that we need not to request someone to come along). sometime if i fought with my husband then we cannot stretch like a chewing gum, always try to fix it and sleep hugging each other. 

The second roka dates were fixed for the marriage, mommy was after me to learn how to cook. She even started making recipie notes for me. She was always trying to wake me up early but i always pulled her back on to the bed so that we can sleep for some more time. This has been a regular practice for us every day.

Before marriage everyone was like "beta yeh khalo glow ayega, yeh ase hota hai, yha se zrur khana"  all such stuffs. This is the phase where a girl is always filled with mixture of emotions. One new wardrob, new place, new people these type of thoughts made me cry, how will I survive there all alone. How? Will they be able to accept me, my activities and my everything.

Every ritual happened before marriage, this is the last night in my house where i spent so many year. Where i learnt how to walk, to speak, my crazy side my everything. Now, from tomorrow I will be a guest I'm man own house, the house where my belongings will be in some suitcase mommy will say keep it in your bag else you will leave here. My room will be converted into the guest room. I will no longer be staying here permanently.

The time i entered my In-laws house i dont know how my nature changed. I turned into a shy girl, my eyes were only on the floor. Everyone was trying to comfort me, introduce me to each and every new relation i have. Everyone is so kind to me, at the back of my mind i often wondered whether i deserved these people.

Having the title Daughter-in-Law made my inner  spoiled child on sleeping mode. I made lunch in my first Rasoi and in dessert Halwa. The recepie was on my tips so I was confident about my halwa but not about the lunch. But my first attempt was superb. Now, the spoiled child wakes up when i went to my home but playing the role of Daugher-in-law made me learn so much daily. So, the fear is now over.

Grandpaa

During the pandemic Dadaji was not doing good. Every night while laying down on the bed, there always remained a fear 

“Raat ko agar nind aagye or unko kch cheye hua toh, pata kase chlega.” 

But after few days he is fine. Every evening we sat together and ate snacks. We fought over little things every day. I giggle with him a lot or spray water on him. I always kept him busy with little cute mischief . He called me Mithu. In our entire family we both use to sleep late, when everyone slept in the entire family, we would be awake cooking and enjoying the food i made for both of us. 

It was the time of my Roka. He was very happy, and I was grateful to god coz my entire family was with me. I came to the venue in the same car as Dadaji. He always wanted to see his Mithu getting married. During those days he was not doing well., but we all were together. He enjoyed lots of lemon pickle on that day. Later he went to Jind with Dadi but after 2 days he came back with us coz Dadi was not well he had heart attack, so Papa bought them back to us. 

He was losing his memory he started calling me Rockey (youngest daughter of Dadaji). He started sleeping during day and at night he talked to himself. He became very lazy. One day we was not ready to bath but dadi convinced him, but in the bathroom he slipped down and i could hear them fighting.

So, I ran to check what happened. We made him sit on the stool and bath. That day I dressed him up. Since that day, I use to make him bath gave him medicines he was comfortable with. He kept calling me Mithu and sometimes Rockey 

“pani Dede” kch khan dan dede”. 

My marriage date is fixed. I told him he said

 “menu vi nave kapde lene pane ne” 

My bua’s got new kurta pajama which he tried and new slippers too. He was excited for the marriage, he went to Jind for few days. I was in office and that days I didn't feel good, I didn’t  want to go to office that day but I went anyway.

I received a call from my brother, but I was unable to pick up as I was in the meeting room. So, I called him back and as he said those words “Dadaji is no more” my heart crumbled. It felt like

 “kya bol rha hai 2 din phle toh woh gye hai” 

I was not able to accept it I was helpless i was overwhelmed, it felt as if 

"sab khatm hogya hai" family ends. I called my fiancé and told him everything. I was not ready for this I didn’t want to let him go. I called my brother, he came to my office and then we booked a cab to Jind. we reached and my eyes couldn’t process what i was seeing. There he was, laying lifeless in a glass box covered with quilt. Till a day before he was fine and now all of a sudden he is no more.

Everyone came, said good bye but I still couldn’t accept it 

“Abhi toh merko unke sath bhaut sare masti krni thi bhaut kuch humne sath mai khana tha” or “ meri shadi uska kya” “ woh new dresses jo ap laye the woh uska kya. Dadaji ase mat jao please Dadaji.”

 

He is the head of our family and now how can he move on from us how. How can he leave us like this. Why God Why.” Everyone around was crying my Dadi is losing herself. Our home will not be the same anymore, the home i grew up in, will be shut. I didn’t want to leave this place. 

We all sat the whole night around him. Next morning Bhaiji came from Gurudwara he had done some Ardas. All male members gave a final bath and then we all headed to cremation ground to bid a final goodbye to Dadaji. This good bye is very hard to say… and even till today I can’t look at the home, his pictures the same. I miss you Dadaji.. Hope you are in happy family now…

Good Byee are too Difficult

 It was the year 2005 and the time we shifted to our house. I was just a little kid back then and the place where we had shifted had many children of my age. So, moving to this place and getting comfortable here was kinda easy for me.

I even made friends, and that too very early. They too did not take much time to accept me as a part of their group. We were a group of 8 kids who played every evening, fought a lotttt, and did everything together. Months and months passed and as we grew older, all of us eventually got separated. It was just me and her who was left and probably we only had each other in all aspects ..

Then after some time, unfortunately even though we moved to different cities, we still shared the same bond with each other, the one we shared when we saw each other every day. We kept in contact, chased each other, made fun, and did a lot more. During the pandemic, everyone was far away but we were still together. We rather came too close in these 2 years. We shared all our ups and downs with each other. I always saw my little sister in her. I sometimes got irritated with her but still, I did care for her and loved her a lot. During our night walks (which were my favorite part), we used to discuss the things going on in each of our families and even planned for my wedding haha. Things like what I'd wear, what would be the bridesmaids' gifts, where will we shop etc etc... and all other endless talks.

One day, she announced that she wanted to pursue higher studies. 'I will go for GATE' she said. I motivated and supported her in every way I could and luckily, she cleared her exam too. She had a lot of colleges to choose from and was very deep thinking about what would be best for her.  She was preferring to get a college in Delhi, and I was very happy with her decision. Around that very time, we were in a conversation that we would move together in the mid-way and would stay together.

We always wanted to be with each other. Then one day, I was in my office, and I got a call from her, and I was in complete shock as she had got a college in Surat, which was almost 17 hours away. 'Oh god! How will we manage things?' was my foremost reaction.

I wasn't feeling good at all. I just couldn't handle the thought of her getting away.

As I went back home, I saw her sitting with all the sadness she could gather at once. Even though I was not happy, with her career, I accepted the fact that she had to go, and even motivated her.

Now, the time has finally come, just a few hours are left. I did not know how to say goodbye to her, coz I never did. She was never away from me, always by my side, securing her special place in my heart.

I didn't know how I will manage without her, who will accompany me on night walks, who will listen to all the thoughts going in my mind all day, who will handle my mood swings.... The questions were endless. But i don't want to come in your way by being selfish.. So, all the very best bro...Hope to see you super soon...

The Darkest Side of My Life

 The time when I was a kiddo, I always wanted to have a granddd wedding, my man should be the most romantic one, the one who would understand me, care for me & will always be mine. I always wanted a relationship, which would be pure, selfless and complete in its own.

This is the time when I’m saying bye bye to my bachelorhood and stepping towards a new journey of my life as Mrs. The wedding is arranged, and I know with little efforts, we would make it a successful one. I am nervous but at the same time happy too.

“bachpan mai jaisa socha tha vaise sab toh nhi but kuch na kuch toh same hi hai”

It’s been years since I’m married now, and for this marriage I gave up my dreams, career and all the things that I was in love of, just to make this relationship a pure, special one.

There was the time when I was cooking my husband’s favorite dish. I put all my efforts but

“Mujhe nhi pta tha jiski Khushi k liye yeh sb ho rha hai who kya krne vala hai “

He came home, fully drunk; my mother-in-law laughed at me and said  

“ab yhi teri zindgi hair aur terako yhi gandgi saaf krni hai”

I cried whole night and asked myself, ‘This is what all you wanted in your life?’ You gave up everything for this person who not only can stand himself. Next morning, I woke up, preferred to forget everything that had happened last night, thrown away all the dishes that I had prepared last night into the dustbin. I called my mother and told everything to her. She said they will come and take me at their place for some days so that they could help me deal with the situation. The next night he returned home in the same situation and that very day he was angrier than usual and treated me as if I am the only reason behind every wrong thing happening in his business.

I was not at all feeling well from a few days. I went to the doctor all alone and then I got the news that I am pregnant. How can I be happy? Who will be happy after listening to the news? Do I have someone who really cares? I was surrounded with lots and lots of questions while walking back home.

Had no answer in my mind plus my situation at the house was not very good. He used to hurt me a lot, but I was not able to figure out why all of it was happening to me. Then one day after thinking too much about it, I finally decided to give up on the relationship, because I felt it was only me who was putting efforts in it. I only wanted to live for my child. I decided to go at my mom’s place and raise my baby all by my selves.

I finally got divorced after fighting for it for almost an year and was living at my parents’ house to have some mental peace and for providing a positive and healthy upbringing to my child. I was treated as if I had a heavy wound on my body. No, I want to live happy as a normal person. Days passed and I was blessed with a baby boy. We were happy together, but this world, you know, is very jealous when they see someone happy. People started talking about my past, and even made weird faces when they saw me even in public, also they used to comment on me:

“sare khushuiya bikhar si gyi jab apno ne bhi bolna shuru kr diya”

I wanted to move to a city where no one knows me, where I can have my own identity. I started working for my teaching exams and had faith on universe that “koi toh ase place hoge jhan mai rh skhu”

I got selected in the city where I wanted to go from my very childhood. So, I along with my baby boy shifted to Mathura (city of lord Krishna) got the government house to stay. This was the start of my new life. I was settled and living the way I wanted. Now family is planning for my little sister wedding. We went to see a family who resided in Delhi. The guy was smart and my little one found him interesting too haha.

He had a little brother too was very caring and polite in his words.

I liked him and wished to have a conversation with him. There was some family function and we also asked them to join us in the function. There I finally decided to have a conversation with “Jiju ke bhai ”

Negativity: “tu divorcee hai who kyu baat krega, nhi krega, usne merko apni Bhabhi ki bhen ki nazar se dekha hai, who nhi krega baat”

 After all these thoughts, I decided to take a step back and think only about my child.

One night I was at my parent’s place and my little sis was talking to her ‘going to be husband’. She invited me to have a word with Jiju. So, I talked with both the brothers and we exchanged  numbers too.

We started talking day and night and I started liking to have the conversation with him. We used to share out day to day lives and we were happy together.

One night he asked me to be his life partner. I disconnected the call; I couldn’t commit to anyone. How could I forget my past. I cried a lot and decided to not to stop talking to him.

Next morning, I woke up, my doorbell rang and I opened the door. He was there to ask me why I reacted like that. He was worried for me. He had not slept the entire night. I told everything to him and made him introduce to my little baby. They both played a lot and that very time I decided to get married to him. We both convinced our parents and got married. It obviously wasn’t what I had expected too early to happen. 

Bonding

After the hectic 2 days in office and with lots of disappointments I came back home. I do not want to go back home coz I love the city not the cubical but only for the city the memories which I had in past 5 years for them I want to be their forever.

After the weekend we again have the office now I was in situation where I do not want to have communication with people. In the morning I planned to say GOODBYE to my social media reason coz I want to work on my dreams without getting affected with the situation which I had in my office.

As soon as I started working, I got the call from one of my colleagues and she was very happy with me, praised me a lot and she wanted me to be with me. Hope arises

Lots of text message about the next office days, I was surprised about that.

Birds again

Negative: They do not care about you. They are using you for their own sake to make gossips about you.

Positive: They all are trying to be with you. So that you will have people around.

I chose for the negative one coz I had seen them on the floor they all were making fun of each other. So, I opted out with the communication. They all were messaging me and asking me about everything not because I was new, maybe they feel like I am good person.

Few days back, it was about the time when we had not seen each other but we use to talk. I was in conversation with one of my female colleagues we use to work together in same list of activities. We used to support each other due to some misunderstanding we stopped talking with each other. 

She also texts me that I am sorry after seen you originally, I concluded that you can’t do wrong to someone. You were correct on your part she was sorry at the end we are communicating till date

We all started talking with each other and we all bonded with each other.

Next week we again must have to go to ooffice. I was confident that all will be same no one will see me again. This time I will not hope for anything. I stepped inside the cubical and everything was opposite as expected. We shake hands with each other, we went together to bring coffee on our desk. We discussed so many things. This time I feel like I was not new anymore I know everyone.

So, at the end this cubical has accepted me the way I am, and I am happy at the end.