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A day without Nutella is like a day in your love life without stolen glances, heart-fluttering messages, and the sweet chaos of romance—well, almost. 😅

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In love, you dissolve like a fading echo, only to reemerge as a song you never knew you could sing.

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What’s with the world and its ever-shrinking spellings and increasing use of slang? I mean, who could ever be impressed with the likes of “hws u,” “gr8,” “ttyl,” or “brb”? At this rate, language will soon become an extinct species, vanishing from the face of the earth. We’ll be left texting and emailing in nothing but alphabets, while the receiver spends a major portion of their life trying to decipher these cryptic messages!

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Aww, how cute 🥰. I wish I could say that too, like ‘I can’t be your teacher anymore’ or ‘your daughter,’ and so on. Such audacities only look good on kids. One of my students used to doze off in class every time we studied Shakespeare, and as much as I wanted to reprimand her for that, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it because she would look at me with those puppy eyes and an innocent smile that would melt my heart in seconds.

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If you are someone who stresses over little things, you should do something that involves kids. They are therapy, joy, and the calm in the storm. Alright, maybe sometimes they are the storm, but they remind you that even chaos is beautiful as long as it is filled with love, laughter, and innocence.

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Relationships are like stories—not every line needs to be perfect, but the emotions behind them must be real. The best ones aren’t rushed or forced; they unfold naturally, shaped by patience, effort, and the willingness to edit, not erase. After all, a great story isn’t flawless—it’s one that evolves with time into something worth celebrating.

P.S. Trust me when I say I’m the last person you’d want to take relationship advice from, but this is something I’ve realized over the past few months, and I just had to share it.

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Emotions are sacred and deserve reverence. They are fragile and must be handled with care. If you are not willing to go all in, do not give hope to those who seek deep, soulful connections. It is a sin—a betrayal—to evoke feelings in someone when you never intended to commit.

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I am beginning to love sunsets—or should I say, I am fascinated by them—not for any specific reason, but because they make me think that sometimes endings are more beautiful than beginnings. They bring a sense of peace and closure—things we chase all our lives but don’t always find.

I don’t know why, but I am feeling low today, and I guess the sunset and this thought are a reflection of my mood.

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Picture this: You reach home cold, hungry, and exhausted, but as soon as you step into your sanctuary, you see the fireplace lit, with a rocking chair placed beside it, cushioned and enveloped in a soft, warm blanket waiting for you. Your favorite book rests on the side table next to a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and the moment you sink into the chair and take the first sip, all your tiredness and anxiety fade into a distant memory.

It proves that every season, no matter how harsh or cruel it may seem, carries its own magic and beauty—a warmth hidden beneath the cold, a quiet comfort amidst the storm. Just like in life, where every challenge and setback is an opportunity to grow, learn, and become stronger, more resilient, and wiser. It is in these moments of struggle that you discover your true strength. And just as winter eventually gives way to spring, tough times too shall pass, making way for brighter days ahead.

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The world made me believe I was unfinished— A body to be sculpted, a face to be corrected, A woman to be improved.

They told me beauty had rules,

That my worth could be measured in inches, numbers, and approval.

Be thin, but not too thin. Look young, but don’t try too hard.

Take up space, but only the kind they find attractive.

For years, I tried to fit into an image I never chose.

But I am done waiting to be “ready,” done chasing an illusion.

I was never a draft. I was never incomplete.

The world doesn’t get to edit me. I am the final version.

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She is Power. She is Change. She is Unstoppable.

Not because the world made it easy—but because she rose anyway.

Not because she was given a seat—but because she built her own.

Not because she was fearless—but because she fought despite the fear.

Today, we honor the strength, fire, and resilience of every woman.

To those silenced, underestimated, or overlooked—you are seen, you are enough, you are limitless.

Happy Women’s Day. Keep rising. Keep shining. The world is yours.

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Trying to find love these days is like online shopping—everything looks perfect in the pictures, but when it arrives, it’s either damaged, fake, or emotionally unavailable with commitment issues. And somehow, I’m always the one left paying for it.

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Teaching Shakespeare is like directing a play where no one knows their lines, half the cast is asleep, and the audience just wants the SparkNotes.

• Hamlet is declared “the original overthinker.”

• Macbeth is dismissed as “a guy who needed therapy.”

• Romeo and Juliet sparks a heated debate on love vs. bad decisions.

• Iambic pentameter? Unimportant—until it’s on the exam.

By the end, even Shakespeare himself would say, “Good teacher, get thee to a vacation.”

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All my favorite kids in one frame! This was one of the first classes I taught, and like every first experience in life, they hold a special place in my heart. Notorious, yes, but each one of them is unique and talented in their own way.

Honestly, I never really liked kids—until I started teaching. That’s when I realized how contagious their energy, optimism, and joy can be. Even on my hardest days, their laughter drifts in like sunlight—gentle yet impossible to ignore.

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I love deeply, but here’s the thing: I am also perfectly capable of walking away without looking back if I ever feel disrespected, unappreciated, or taken for granted—even if it kills me—because nothing in this world is more important than my self-respect and peace of mind.

P.S. Let’s love with all our heart, but let’s not leave our brains out of it.

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Are there really any rules in love? Isn’t it supposed to be spontaneous, natural, liberating, and fun? If it came with rules, it would lose its magic and wouldn’t feel like love at all.

I understand why some people feel the need to carefully plan every step in love—they want to protect their hearts. But I’m an idealist. I believe in the kind of love where you surrender yourself completely, embrace emotional vulnerability, and trust the one you love not to hurt or betray you, even though they have the power to do so.

If they uphold that trust, you win. And if they don’t? Well, even then, it’s not you who lose—it’s their loss because they’ve let go of a love they’ll never find again.