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Jaipur: A City That Remembers Me

There are places you visit and then forget. And then there are places that don’t forget you. Jaipur remembers me.

I don’t say that casually. I say it with the weight of dreams I didn’t dream in this life. With the ache of a heart that longs for palace walls I never lived in, not in this lifetime, at least.

A Pull That Won’t Let Go

I’ve traveled, lived, studied, worked. Yet somehow, no matter what I do or where I go, I feel Jaipur pulling me back like a thread from an old garment, something I once wore in another life.

Every time I walk through its arched gateways, sip chai near pink-washed walls, or pass the flag fluttering above Chandra Mahal, I feel the same inexplicable sense of homecoming.

And not the kind of home made of concrete and address proofs, but one made of echoes, incense, and déjà vu.

A Familiar Stranger

Jaipur isn’t new to me. It never was.

The first time I stood inside the City Palace, I didn’t feel like I was seeing something for the first time, I felt like I was remembering.

I walked past the Peacock Gate, and it was like something unlocked in my chest. A flutter. A catch in my breath. The kind of moment when time doesn’t pass, it folds.

I remember thinking, I’ve walked through this doorway before.

Not in this body. But in one that still lives inside my soul.

What Kind of Life Was It?

I don’t know for sure, not in the factual, Wikipedia-sourced way. But my heart knows. Maybe I was a poetess in a royal court.

Maybe I was a silent handmaid who lit lamps in marble corridors.

Or maybe I was a spiritual guide, someone who whispered mantras into the ears of the queens before sleep.

All I know is that this city knows me. And I know it. It calls to me with the voice of a forgotten lover, or an unfinished destiny.

And every time I answer that call, by visiting, writing, feeling, I feel more whole.

The Signs Are Everywhere

In the softness of early morning chai at Gulab Ji

In the crumbling walls of Amer Fort, where silence speaks louder than crowds

In the smell of temple smoke and ghee lamps

In the hidden corners of the palace where light falls just right

In my own tears, when I hear Rajasthani folk songs I’ve never heard before but know by heart

These are not just emotions , they are remembrances.

This isn’t tourism, this is reunion.

Why I Keep Coming Back

People ask me why I visit Jaipur so often.

Why I write about it like I’m in love.

Why I chase every chance to walk its alleys, learn its stories, or just be in its vibration.

I tell them the truth:

I didn’t choose Jaipur. Jaipur chose me.

Some karmic threads don’t break across lifetimes. Some cities don’t just exist on a map, they exist inside your bones. Jaipur is that for me.

A city I once belonged to. A city I still do.

Jaipur lives in me. Not as a destination, but as a dimension I return to, lifetime after lifetime.

And something tells me, I’m not done with it yet.

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Typed in Tiranga: The Rise of India’s Digital Army

In every corner of India, from bustling metros to remote villages, a quiet revolution is unfolding. It’s not fought with rifles or missiles, but with words, emotions, and unwavering love for the motherland. We are the keyboard warriors of India, a generation that doesn’t sit back when the tricolor is tested, a people who bleed in pixels and type in patriotism.

We are the ones who rise before the sun, not just to pray, but to read, share, and speak the truth when the nation’s dignity is under threat. We are the ones whose hearts skip a beat when we see a soldier at the border, and who write, tweet, post, and record not for fame, but because our spirit is Indian, and our soul belongs to Bharat.

Today, when tensions rise across borders and challenges grow within, every Indian has become a warrior in their own right. Some are editing videos that salute our forces, some are writing emotional poems in memory of our martyrs, some are sharing bold facts in debates, while others are simply reminding the world of India’s unmatched strength with a single tweet.

We don’t wear uniforms. But our weapon is truth. Our shield is unity. Our battlefield is digital, but the war is as real as it gets, the war for national pride, respect, and unwavering sovereignty.

We are not just writing comments. We are echoing the voice of 1.4 billion people.

To every citizen who types with tears in their eyes and pride in their chest, know this: You are as much a soldier as the one on the border. You’re the reason India stands tall, unshaken, unbreakable.

Jai Hind.

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There’s a strange stillness over Jodhpur these days.

Not the usual calm of lazy afternoons or the gentle hush of twilight over the forts.

This is the silence that sits heavy on our chests ,the kind that speaks without words.

In the old city, where blue walls have heard centuries of stories, even the wind feels hesitant. It brushes past the narrow lanes, as if afraid to disturb the unease tucked in every corner. The chaiwala at the end of the street, who once joked with every customer, now stares quietly at the boiling kettle, lost in thought. He’s not thinking about sales he’s thinking about what if.

We’re far from the border, but our hearts are pressed right against it.

Mothers press palms together tighter at the temple gates. Shopkeepers lower their radios when the news turns grim. No one says it out loud, but everyone is feeling the same thing, fear, pride, confusion… and a deep, aching love for this land.

You see, Jodhpur isn’t just a city of sandstone and stories.

It’s a living soul warm, fierce, tender.

And right now, that soul is hurting.

We’re not interested in who’s from which caste, who votes for whom, or who prays in what way. Not today. Today, we are simply Indian.

Worried. Wounded. Waiting.

Waiting for this storm to pass.

For the sky to return to its soft blue.

For the sound of temple bells and azan to once again rise together in the morning air, like they always have in this city.

And when that day comes, not if, when Jodhpur will breathe again. Not in fear, but in faith.

Because we know something that terror can never understand We are not divided by names, or castes, or colors.

We are held together by the dust of this land… and by the love we carry for it.

And that, no bullet can ever break.

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Jaipur: The City That Became My Home

They say there’s always a home away from home. I never believed in it. My roots run deep in Jodhpur, my true home, and no place had ever come close to giving me the same warmth. I had traveled to many cities, each with its own charm, but none had ever felt like mine—until one day, after marriage, I moved to Jaipur with my husband.

At first, Jaipur was just another city. Its pink walls, grand palaces, and bustling streets were beautiful, but they didn’t feel personal. And then, one visit to Govind Dev Ji Temple changed everything.

Finding Home in Devotion

Growing up in a Hindu household, I was always told that whenever we settle in a new city, the first thing we must do is visit its temples. So, fulfilling my duty, I went to a few temples around Jaipur. Govind Dev Ji Temple, nestled near City Palace, was the first. As soon as I stepped inside, something shifted. The air was thick with devotion, the chants echoed in my heart, and for the first time, Jaipur felt like home.

That visit led to many more. Tarkeshwar Mahadev Temple, sitting quietly in the heart of the city, became a place of solace. Moti Dungri Ganesh Temple, standing tall in the urban landscape, welcomed me like an old friend. Soon, visiting these temples became a ritual for us. Some weekends, some weekdays—we found ourselves drawn to them, as if the city itself was calling us back.

But the most special of them all was Akshaya Patra Temple, just a short walk from our home. My husband and I went there every single day, and the moment we stepped in, the vibrations of the Hare Krishna chants would surround us like a warm embrace. There was an indescribable peace in that temple—a stillness amidst the chaos of life. No matter how tiring the day had been, just sitting there, listening to the chants, felt like hitting reset. It became a part of our routine, a sacred time we spent together, and it filled our home with an unshakable positivity.

The People Who Became Family

Living away from family is never easy, but Jaipur never let us feel alone. We rented a cozy little apartment, and downstairs lived a kind-hearted family. The lady there would always remind us to visit the temple every morning and offer water to Shivling. It soon became a habit, something that anchored our days.

In her, I found a motherly figure. In the shopkeepers we saw every day, in the chaiwala around the corner who knew our usual order, and in the auto drivers who recognized us after a while, we found a sense of belonging. Jaipur wasn’t just a city anymore—it was our people, our home.

A City That Tastes Like Heaven

If you want to truly understand a place, taste its food. And Jaipur? Jaipur fed our souls.

Our food adventures started with Mahaveer Rabri Bhandar, right opposite Tarkeshwar Mahadev Temple. Their dal baati and thali were nothing short of divine—I still crave them as I write this. Then came Pali’s, tucked away in Raja Park, run by a warm-hearted Punjabi family. Their fresh, affordable meals became our comfort food.

And how can I forget Nandlal ke Chole Kulche? We would travel 14 km just to get a plate of those soft, flavor-packed kulchas. It was worth every mile.

The best South Indian food I’ve ever had wasn’t in South India—it was at Shravan Café, also in Raja Park. The place was always packed, and on weekends, we waited for 40 minutes just to get a table. But once the food arrived, every second of waiting felt justified.

And to end it all—Indian Falooda House in Bapu Bazar. That creamy, rich falooda was more than just dessert; it was the taste of Jaipur itself—sweet, indulgent, and unforgettable.

The Joy of Living Jaipur

Jaipur was more than just a place to live—it was an experience. We had a beautiful home that felt alive with laughter and warmth. Friends and family visited often, and taking them around the city became our favorite thing to do. I loved the pride in their eyes when they saw the city through my stories.

Shopping in Bapu Bazar was an adventure in itself. My proudest moment? Bargaining a pair of juttis down to ₹400 from ₹1000—a Jaipur street-shopping flex I’ll never stop talking about!

But life is unpredictable. One day, we had to pack up all these memories, fold them into a suitcase, and leave.

Leaving, But Never Letting Go

I still remember that morning. 4:00 AM, the city still asleep, our hearts heavy with goodbyes. As we drove to the railway station, I looked out at Jaipur one last time. My eyes welled up, and in those few moments, every memory replayed in my mind—the temples, the food, the streets, the people, the love.

As the train left the platform, I felt something inside me stay behind. Jaipur was no longer just a place I lived in. It had become a part of me.

Manifestation & Return

Life took my husband to another state, and I found myself back in Jodhpur. But my heart? It was still in Jaipur. I couldn’t let go. I searched for ways to return. I applied twice for a job at PDKF Store in City Palace, just for the chance to live there again. My fascination with Jaipur’s royal family became an obsession, and working for them turned into a dream.

And then, as if Jaipur had heard me, my manifestations worked. After a year of longing, I am finally going back—not just for a visit, but for an internship. I don’t know how long I’ll stay this time, but I do know one thing—Jaipur isn’t done with me yet.

Because when a city becomes your home, you always find your way back

P.S. I have always been deeply fascinated by Jaipur’s royal heritage and the incredible initiatives led by the royal family, especially PDKF. It would be an honor if my words could reach those who hold the legacy of this magnificent city. Jaipur has given me a second home, and I hope to contribute to its rich cultural narrative in any way I can.

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In the silence of an empty room, she lies,

On the right side of the bed, where memories rise.

His absence cuts deep, a wound unseen,

In the space where their love once had been.

Her heart aches with the weight of his absence,

As she longs for his touch, his comforting presence.

Imagining him beside her, asleep in the night,

She holds onto hope, her guiding light.

He, too, feels the void, the distance between,

Tears of longing, his silent unseen.

With courage, he left, chasing his dreams afar,

Leaving behind his love, his guiding star.

Their love, a flame that burns ever bright,

Through the trials of distance, they hold tight.

Prayers whispered to the heavens above,

For the day they reunite, in each other's love.

Alone, yet not truly apart,

Bound by love's unbreakable heart.

Together they'll weather life's stormy weather,

For love like theirs, lasts forever.

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In the silent echoes of her empty home, she sits, her heart aching with a loneliness that no words can soothe. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, her soul yearning for the touch of her husband's hand, the warmth of his embrace. Yet, he remains distant, miles away, and she is left to navigate the depths of her despair alone. In the depths of her solitude, she finds herself longing to escape, to vanish into the unknown where her pain can no longer find her. But in her darkest hours, she clings to the fragile hope that someday, somehow, the light will pierce through the shadows, and she will find solace in his arms once more.

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Alone in her thoughts and with an aching heart, Sarah navigates the turbulent waters of her mind as loneliness becomes her constant companion. With her husband miles away, chasing career aspirations, she finds herself adrift in a sea of memories and uncertainties. The once-familiar streets of her hometown now echo with the hollow footsteps of isolation, each corner a reminder of the connections she craves but can't seem to find. Her mental health suffers under the weight of solitude, the absence of companionship exacerbating the storm raging within her. Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickers faintly, a whisper of resilience urging her to find solace in the embrace of her own strength.

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Having people express their opinions about the work we do as writers makes us feel quite exposed. It can be difficult to explain that being a writer is a full-time profession to those who think working from 9 to 5 every day is the norm. Writing for readers, for oneself, and as a freelancer are all part of your job as a writer. There are times when you feel as like you can write nothing, which is referred to as writer's block in the writing community. You don't get mentally prepared for speaking. Somewhere between the pages or sentences, you become stuck. People often assume you are jobless or unemployed because you frequently try to calm your mind by doing nothing. I never understand why we feel obligated to give them an explanation they will never comprehend. As a writer for the past ten years, I am aware of how challenging the craft of writing is. In order to create a masterpiece, you must keep your thoughts focused and to the point. However, I frequently struggle to explain to others how I make money. Making money is vital for writers, but I would say it is only a secondary consideration. The first step is to use your experience and expertise to influence or educate others. A writer wants to reach as many readers as possible since that is where they will truly succeed. For those who tend to refer to people who work hard and ruthlessly in the office as passionate or hardworking, this mindset can be extremely challenging to comprehend. Money, in my opinion, will come and go with the passage of time, but what endures is your name underneath the words you have written for countless readers to be impacted by and remain till the end of time for thousands of years. Because of this, I consider myself a proud and fortunate writer.

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Writing what you feel is a technique that not only sharpens your writing abilities but also allows your thoughts to escape from your mind so that you may share them in confidence with your journal. It helps you to relax and keeps a record of your feelings throughout time. Writing every day is not necessary, but writing about your emotions—whether they are ones that make you happy, sad, anxious, depressed, or excited—is much more significant. The feelings you're experiencing must be conveyed in your words.

When you write down your thoughts, there is no set format! Let your words naturally flow. The practice of keeping a diary is more akin to confiding in a friend, one to whom you can always go back and reread your own thoughts.

You don't always have someone with whom to converse in life. Consequently, your mental health may be impacted since your heart and head become heavy from holding everything inside. Writing serves as therapy during such times.

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Are you concerned about getting left out? This is the ongoing thought that occupies your mind on a daily basis. Because you are certain that you are not included in anything, it makes your mind a disorganised space where things cannot be processed in order. Let's say it involves a group of friends, a gathering, some business meetings, or even regular group talks. You may even feel as though you don't belong in your own family at times. I believe these emotions are novel, especially for those who enjoy social gatherings or being in close quarters with others. Your emotional well-being is impacted by this.

Although you won't feel depressed as a result of this feeling of exclusion, it will cause your mind to battle with other individuals or its own thoughts. No matter whether you live alone, keep yourself cheerful, I've always heard. Additionally, I've heard that the only outside factor that can make you happy is you! On this, I do agree. Although the human race is a social animal, you need other people in order to find happiness. A part of your existence has to be shared with friends. Your boring routine gains a spark and new vigour.

The relationships we have with each other and the people around us have been destroyed by millennial and Gen Z habits. People these days don't even need other people outside their social media platforms. And because of these tendencies, people like us who seek genuine social circle vanish.

We should modify our routines to reflect the fact that it's 2022 and not 2010, but what about our mental health? How do we maintain stability while being shut out? The only solution is to accept the situation and move on.

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Forever is a word, and change happens all the time. Our mental health is constantly greatly impacted by change. This is due to our unwillingness to accept the change we never expected. The best method to train our minds to accept change is to see it happen. Although the process can be quite difficult at times, it will strengthen you for the major changes you will encounter later in life. Always bear in mind that whenever you have a period where you feel like you are practically suffering, a bigger shift is likely on its way to entering your life.

Your mind will never be able to comprehend the fact that throughout time, your body, thoughts, relationships with other people, and surroundings will all change. The simplest approach to understand how and why things change is through the process. Let's imagine you want to maintain your relationship with your fiancé exactly as you did when you were both teenagers. However, becoming married makes you realise responsibility, and that duty alters your perspective. The adaptation to the modification now depends on it!

You cannot endure suffering because of such trivial things that are intended to be or said and are ubiquitous. Your thoughts ought to be as welcoming as your favourite relative visiting your home. Having an impact on mental health is an indication of an undeveloped mind that needs to be nurtured and transformed right away.

For every change, make sure to invest in positive thinking, and adapt the process so you don’t have to adjust in change!

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celebrities have a similar effect on us as a teacher and student might. They inspire you, and you want to live up to their achievement in your own life. You anticipate the values and discipline that got them to the point where so many people are devotedly loving them!

In my early teen years, I began to follow Niall. He was a part of "one direction," one of the greatest musical groups ever. I immediately recognised the connection he was about to forge with millions of people when I saw him perform! He became who he is now because of the charisma in his eyes and rhythm in his voice at a very early stage. Now that I see this Irishman, it's difficult for me to believe how simple his life must be as a commoner and how flawlessly he is growing alongside his fans.

Happy birthday to the one who gave me the confidence to think that you may love someone even if they are far away and are oblivious of your existence. Due to you, I learned to love genuinely. I picked my childhood sweetheart to be my partner because of your songs. You are an unseen source of strength and a wonderful role model. Niall, many joyful returns of the day to you.

I wish that you were aware of my presence and my everlasting love for you, just like the other billions of people worldwide! as we only have one CHONCE.

You can always fall more in love with him once you've already done so! He is a special creation. I'm happy to say that I'm growing with you. I love you.

@niallhoran @niallhoranfanfiction-com @niallhoranhasthat1thing

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I read somewhere that a writer doesn't cry, but rather bleeds words on the page. This is exactly how I, as a writer, want to keep everything in words and communicate all of my emotions through them. Bleeding here refers to the act of writing the art out, something I believe every writer can identify to.

The words in this post, in my opinion, are as priceless as blood. Stop taking freelancers and writers for granted, as if they aren't valuable members of professional society. Many people believe that writers are just another job with no scalable career opportunities. Furthermore, I've heard individuals suggest that writing is more of a pastime for those who are paid for it.

Let me be clear: writers are the most crucial people who can help any business improve and develop. You'll need content to speak with as many people as possible on a broad scale, and you'll need some appealing words to entice more individuals to try your services or products. Writers can help with this. They are quite important in the development of your brand.

So, the next time you hire a freelancer or a full-time writer for your firm, keep in mind that every word the writer writes is important to the organisation, and the writers deserve respect and a decent salary for the hard work.

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You have a 50% probability of not waking up the next day! Even if you wake up later, it signifies you have an unfulfilled purpose in life that God wants you to fulfil.

The goal should be something that motivates us to get out of bed every day with the aim of transforming our lives and enjoying every second of it. This is for everyone who is going through a mental breakdown and feels like nothing is going well for them. You are fortunate to wake up to a new day every day, which provides you with several opportunities to alter any aspect of your life. Remember that every minute of your life is new, and every minute is counted as past, so you can always change, even right now.

In life, there are no delays. The best moments that you have missed in the past will return, and you will be able to relive them. This time with a greater sense of anticipation and excitement. You are not losing out on any fun; instead, you are creating a life that is full of life every day.

Even on your saddest or most empty days, you will feel complete once you begin to believe that you are not missing anything in life. You'll sleep soundly knowing that you've created a life in which you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You may believe that these are words that are only good for reading, but the reality is quite different. However, allow me to be very clear on my side. I'm living the life I've always desired, and I'm confident that the joy and happiness I'm feeling are something I've always manifested.

For me, manifestation worked in a fantastic way, and it has helped me think that the good days are still ahead of me, and see that the good days are already here now.

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It is true that in order to get somewhere, you must first leave where you are. It may appear simple, and we may comfort ourselves by believing that change is the law of nature, but the journey to change is not always simple. Your life is turned completely upside down, and the hardships never seem to end. What suffers the most during the way to the destination? Without a question, your mental wellness. Human minds are tenacious, and in order to change their nature, they act stubbornly and give you all the ill thoughts about the destination. Those thoughts and sentiments make you second-guess your decision, which is linked to the influencing of mental health.

Now a person is perplexed, standing in the middle of two roadways, unsure of what to do. Return to where he's always been, or endure the consequences of the adventure.

Suffering is something I recommend. Suffering is a form of success in and of itself. For you, the whole event or situation is smothering and possibly sad right now, but who knows what lies ahead? You already know You’re in pain, so there can't be anything worse, but what if the pain turns out to be much more lovely than you imagined? Allow your mental health to deteriorate a little and see what happens on your path to the place you've always dreamed?

It's more like the four seasons when it comes to your mental wellness. Each has its own lighting, temperature, and weather patterns. Your health also handles with each issue in its own unique way, using aspects like as positivism, manifestations, acceptance, meditation, and a variety of other techniques. As a result, fretting about it should not be an option. You must go throughout the world and meet new individuals. You have to see how life can be both difficult and enjoyable. To be a little uncomfortable in life, you must leave your comfort zone. And that's all there is to it.

To get away from the discomfort is to go away from the experience and view the true reality.

To put it another way, mental health concerns are permanent, and since they won't go away forever, the greatest thing a person can do is keep going. Move with the times and absorb some realism, which will improve your mental health on its own. Everyone understands how to heal; all it takes is a little bravery to keep it going.

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Fear of being free

The word "freedom" conjures up images of joy and a sense of living life fully. Because we are always bounded throughout our lives, every human and animal desires independence from some constraints. As a result, when freedom arrives, you feel alive and unencumbered by anything. This word has power to affect the biggest things in the world. Many people, however, are afraid of freedom or their perception of it. We are not used to the sensation of freedom that comes with fear. For example, if a person is given a large sum of money and a lovely home to live in while living alone, the freedom to live his life as he wishes will make him happy. However, when the freedom is actually experienced, he will undoubtedly prefer to return to some restrictions because that was his life's pattern and he is now extremely accustomed to it. All I meant to say was that we humans defined freedom in such a way that we desire it. We look for it and go out of our way to find it. We seek freedom in places, activities, and a variety of other things without realising that it has always been with us since the beginning.

We have the freedom to think since no one can stop us; we also have the freedom to act, to modify our behaviour, to move, and to live. All we need is our willpower to gain access to it. The freedom is in your mind, and you choose to bind it with materialistic things that appear evident on theory but are worthless in reality.

When you cease putting boundaries in your daily life, relationships, interests, or anything else, you will naturally feel free and realise it was always there, in your mind. If you eliminate any limits from a relationship, whether it's a friendship, a relationship with parents, or a romantic one, you'll notice how much more fun it becomes because you're giving each person all the space they want while also binding them in a magical way that isn't limiting them.

You'll never have to look outside for freedom if you learn to liberate things from the start.