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You know what guys Imma keep my oversharing ass shut when I find the man who actually loves me and when we get married I am gonna hard launch him by posting our photo in mandap when every single person is showering us with 'अक्षता' on this this song

On That 'Ve mera dola ni aaya dola' part.......

Do I have a boyfriend? NO! Am I going to grt married in next 5 years? NO!

But stillll🙈🙈👀👀🤭🤭

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Guys I don't kow why but I just love these names....

Male Names :

I am a sucker for names starting with 'र'

- राधेय (This right here is my personal favorite like if I ever post my 'लग्नाची पत्रिका' and the groom's name is राधेय just know that I fell first and harder. (And yess there's a tiny bit of inspiration from 'कर्ण')

- राघव

- देवांश

Female Names :

- शुभ्रा

- गौरी

- अवंतिका

- शुभ्रदा

Man I just love these they make me giggle and blush especially राधेय:)

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🦝 saste racoon

Phle aankho pr thode se dark circles the ab dark circles me thodi si aankhe hai.

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Turns out he's not boyfriend material........... He blindly follows his senior and let's him control his life 😐😐 Nope definitely not my cup of guys🙂🙂🙂

I think I might be falling for a guy :))

Not because he’s hot (he is), and NO, not in the “I saw him while holding a basket of Maggi” kind of way.

This man — let’s call him Apna Bazar Guy™ —

has the audacity to be both emotionally aware and know exactly where to find good-quality groceries………

And he placed our food order together so it’d come out quicker —

and told me in person to text him when I got home. After a volunteering event and gave gave me a chocolate for volunteering 😭😭😭✨️✨️✨️✨️

He just casually exists near my fav supermarket, has good humour, is in the same college, and ruins my emotional stability by being thoughtful on purpose.

Sir.

SIR.

That’s flirting in my language.✨️

I, the emotionally unstable ADHD-coded girl with unmatched grocery enthusiasm, am like:

“Yeah… this is fine.”🙂

While my inner child is rolling around crying

and my frontal lobe is saying “Abort. Danger. This one has potential.”

I am just a caffeinated clown with a soft heart and questionable coping mechanisms.

And he??

I fear he may be… boyfriend material.

Please send help. Or cold coffee

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Guys my new hyperfixation is gonna be Indian mythology.

I have Philosophy of Religion as one of my minor degree subjects and god damn, it’s giving my slow-ass brain a lot of serotonin. Like, seriously.

And I personally feel very weird — like good weird — because here I am, someone who’s an atheist, getting to understand how religious people think, what they believe, and why. And honestly? It’s really fun.

At the same time, I’m also reading the Marathi translation of Richard Dawkins’s The God Delusion by Mugdha Karnik.

And I’ll be honest — it’s too good.

But it’s definitely not the kind of book you can just pick up when you’re bored. You really have to sit with every sentence, understand every line, every word.

It literally took me one and a half months to finish just the preface of the translation 😭😭😭 and it was only 20 pgs long.

So........ My toxic trait? Taking a big-ass bites even when I know I shouldn’t.

But I do it anyway… because it gives me so much serotonin.

So this time, my big-ass bite includes:

Philosophy of Religion + The God Delusion + Indian Mythology.

I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in making life unnecessarily intellectually intense — all for the serotonin. 💀📚✨

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I think I might be falling for a guy :))

Not because he’s hot (he is), and NO, not in the “I saw him while holding a basket of Maggi” kind of way.

This man — let’s call him Apna Bazar Guy™ —

has the audacity to be both emotionally aware and know exactly where to find good-quality groceries………

And he placed our food order together so it’d come out quicker —

and told me in person to text him when I got home. After a volunteering event and gave gave me a chocolate for volunteering 😭😭😭✨️✨️✨️✨️

He just casually exists near my fav supermarket, has good humour, is in the same college, and ruins my emotional stability by being thoughtful on purpose.

Sir.

SIR.

That’s flirting in my language.✨️

I, the emotionally unstable ADHD-coded girl with unmatched grocery enthusiasm, am like:

“Yeah… this is fine.”🙂

While my inner child is rolling around crying

and my frontal lobe is saying “Abort. Danger. This one has potential.”

I am just a caffeinated clown with a soft heart and questionable coping mechanisms.

And he??

I fear he may be… boyfriend material.

Please send help. Or cold coffee

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How bad is it, really, to be blamed not only for the choices you made—but also for the ones you never did? To constantly find yourself in situations where no matter what you choose, you lose? Where doing something or doing nothing leads to the same ache? People keep saying, "It’s life, it won’t feel this heavy after a few years," but no one sits with how unbearable it feels right now. How bad is it to say "I’m okay" when deep down, you’re just trying to make it through another day without falling apart? And maybe worst of all—how bad is it to always feel like a second choice, a backup plan? Like you’re the comfort people come back to only when their first options disappear?

~Maitreyee Smita Shrinivas.

Tue, 12 may 11.31 pm

(Found this in my diary entries. Guess what, things still are the same.....)

This particular song is something I have been listening to last 2 months constantly..... idk why but I am:)

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I think I broke my therapist.

This man in his 50's, with worlds every bit of patience and gentleness has seen me in my micro bangs era (which, btw, looked like घराचं छप्पर).

He’s witnessed the breakdowns, the existential spirals, the “is time even real?” monologues. Never flinched.

Always gave “hmm… unhinged but harmless” energy.

But recently, I had a follow-up session.

(Aai was there because, let’s be real, my dysfunctional family is the reason I needed therapy.)

We were talking about how my exams went and how the new meds are working great...

Then my sweet, sweet mother decided to raise her biggest concern:

> “How did my feral coffee-addict child survive exams without drinking coffee?!”

Because once upon a time, I used to walk around with a literal bottle of coffee during exam season.

Not a mug.

A bottle.

But now? I couldn’t drink coffee because of the meds.

And still — I pulled off all-nighters.

So I told him, very casually:

exam (8–10am) → home → eat → revise → nap (1–8pm) → wake up → shower → dinner → study all night → repeat.

And y’all… I broke the unbreakable.

His face went 😦 — actual system error.

This man, universe bless heart🛐✨️, who has never once questioned my functioning — because he knows I’m a threat to no one but my own mental health —

just looked at me and asked:

“Are you okay, child?”

Sir??

SIR.

I told you I dissociated through an entire semester and you didn’t even blink.

But the lack of caffeine and freestyle sleep cycle? That’s what did it?

I fear I’ve entered a new level of chaos.

My therapist can handle me crying, spiraling, and contemplating the collapse of the universe.

But apparently, my sleep schedule is where he draws the line.

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Okay here's the link..... check it out if you want:)

This story originally had 8 parts published, but I ended up unpublishing it during an emotional breakdown. My two best friends kept encouraging me to start writing again—and so, I’ve finally begun updating this baby. I’ll be updating the Wattpad version tonight and will share it with you all soon. :)

"✨Maybe.......... Maybe Not✨", read it on Pratilipi :,

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Hi, I'm Maitreyee (मैत्रेयी).

I'm Marathi and a Psychology student who's been struggling since 2006 :’)

I write when I can't scream.

I write about anything that hijacks my ADHD brain.

I overthink everything — which explains why I’m writing the same paragraph for the 8th time :)

I genuinely believe that coffee + emotional damage + mental instability is a personality trait.

Currently working on a bilingual story (Marathi + English):

✨ Maybe? Maybe Not! ✨

Available on Wattpad and Pratilipi.

I unpublished everything after a mental breakdown (because ✨life✨), but I’m editing it again and the Wattpad version will be updated soon. ♡