Insomniac Thoughts

Hello, buddies. Monday - officially declared as a 'machines-over-mind' day. But some of us start like the frozen engine of a vehicle, wearing mismatched attire with a half of piece bread stuck in mouth (probably expired but who cares, it’s a MONDAY!), standing in a crowded bus which stinks worse than a garbage tin, and the rest of bad luck is history. Trust me, it's okay. No one gives a shit about the Sunday night's hangover, or worse, the Sunday scenario in a joint family (a nightmare for introverts), or the whole week's stress hitting with a bad fever or cold (of course, bacteria and virus too need attention). For some, even Sunday is a working day. Interns feel like the only day which was meant for waking up late and just exist as a normal human, vanishes overnight. I don't even want to start about hospital staffs, that's a solid 'uno-reverse' reflecting Hitler's time.  If a person is this much under the water on a Sunday and the boss expects ...

Being consistent is a stress indeed. Yet, the fun lies in the process too. Hello, readers. Another day, another rant—just my way of making peace with myself. Sometimes, I really ask myself, “How much optimism is too much?” or “Is my optimistic nature just a façade to hide my insecurities and fragmented self?” To the first one: who cares? Optimism has never really harmed me. And to the second... umm, maybe not always. Whenever I fall into a phase that pulls me into a seemingly endless spiral of chaos and hopelessness, I try to find reasons to pull myself out of it. One of those reasons is listening to other people’s perspectives. I believe if I just sit and endlessly ponder over a problem, it only leads to more confusion and frustration. Instead, taking a little break from my usual train of thought helps me view the issue from a different angle. Honestly, the best solution sometimes? Just take a nap and forget about it for a while. The brain needs fuel to handle this nonstop flow of ...

Hello, readers. This is my first-ever blog post. It may not be the most helpful thing you’ve read today, but I hope it leaves you feeling a little lighter, emotionally. My only intention in writing this is to express thoughts that often remain unspoken — the ones we’re afraid to share for fear of being judged. If this post gets you to pause and think differently, even for a moment, then I’ve done what I set out to do. Let me start with a little about myself. My name is Madhulika. I hold a bachelor’s and a master’s degree in English Literature, and right now, I’m unemployed. Most of my days are spent reading — novels, articles, blog posts, or anything that catches my eye. I also dance a lot. It’s my therapy. Whether I’m happy, sad, or just overwhelmed by adulthood, dancing helps me feel grounded again. Growing up, I was pampered — maybe a little too much. While that gave me a safe and loving environment, it also planted seeds of self-doubt. I struggled to make decisions for myself, ofte...