Nanda
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Digital creator | Exploring tech & travel
Sharing ideas, stories & moments.
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Sharing ideas, stories & moments.
📖 Read my blog:
https://aarya045.com
“Can You Hear Her Now?”
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
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I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
aarya045.com/2026/01/11/c...
“Can You Hear Her Now?”
Come up with a crazy business idea. I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.Not with borrowed words.Not with anyone correcting my tone.Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.Just me. My voice. My …
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January 11, 2026 at 9:41 AM
“Can You Hear Her Now?”
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
aarya045.com/2026/01/11/c...
I am a woman, and I am writing this myself.
Not with borrowed words.
Not with anyone correcting my tone.
Not with fear sitting on my shoulder.
Just me. My voice. My truth.
aarya045.com/2026/01/11/c...
Tiny Hands, Big Heart
By Mahananda Hadimani
When I was little, the world felt too big—but a tiny teddy in my arms made everything seem possible. Its fur was soft and worn from countless hugs, and its little button eyes somehow understood all mbelonged to me.
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By Mahananda Hadimani
When I was little, the world felt too big—but a tiny teddy in my arms made everything seem possible. Its fur was soft and worn from countless hugs, and its little button eyes somehow understood all mbelonged to me.
aarya045.com/2026/01/10/t...
January 10, 2026 at 8:55 AM
Tiny Hands, Big Heart
By Mahananda Hadimani
When I was little, the world felt too big—but a tiny teddy in my arms made everything seem possible. Its fur was soft and worn from countless hugs, and its little button eyes somehow understood all mbelonged to me.
aarya045.com/2026/01/10/t...
By Mahananda Hadimani
When I was little, the world felt too big—but a tiny teddy in my arms made everything seem possible. Its fur was soft and worn from countless hugs, and its little button eyes somehow understood all mbelonged to me.
aarya045.com/2026/01/10/t...
Let Me Grow Old Where I’m Finally Safe
I don’t ask for luxury. I don’t ask for perfection. I only ask for safety — the kind that lets me breathe without fear.
I want to grow old in a place where my silence is not mistaken for consent, where my strength is not seen as
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I don’t ask for luxury. I don’t ask for perfection. I only ask for safety — the kind that lets me breathe without fear.
I want to grow old in a place where my silence is not mistaken for consent, where my strength is not seen as
aarya045.com/2026/01/08/l...
Let Me Grow Old Where I’m Finally Safe
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life? I don’t ask for luxury. I don’t ask for perfection. I only ask for safety — the kind that lets me breathe without fear. I want to g…
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January 8, 2026 at 9:45 AM
Let Me Grow Old Where I’m Finally Safe
I don’t ask for luxury. I don’t ask for perfection. I only ask for safety — the kind that lets me breathe without fear.
I want to grow old in a place where my silence is not mistaken for consent, where my strength is not seen as
aarya045.com/2026/01/08/l...
I don’t ask for luxury. I don’t ask for perfection. I only ask for safety — the kind that lets me breathe without fear.
I want to grow old in a place where my silence is not mistaken for consent, where my strength is not seen as
aarya045.com/2026/01/08/l...
Petals, Pauses, and Second Chances
I am learning that life does not bloom all at once.
Some days, I am a petal—soft, open, trusting.
Some days, I am a pause—quiet, unsure, resting between breaths.
And some days, I am a second
So why am I so harsh with myself?
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I am learning that life does not bloom all at once.
Some days, I am a petal—soft, open, trusting.
Some days, I am a pause—quiet, unsure, resting between breaths.
And some days, I am a second
So why am I so harsh with myself?
aarya045.com/2026/01/07/p...
Petals, Pauses, and Second Chances
What could you do differently? I am learning that life does not bloom all at once.Some days, I am a petal—soft, open, trusting.Some days, I am a pause—quiet, unsure, resting between breaths.And som…
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January 7, 2026 at 9:05 AM
Petals, Pauses, and Second Chances
I am learning that life does not bloom all at once.
Some days, I am a petal—soft, open, trusting.
Some days, I am a pause—quiet, unsure, resting between breaths.
And some days, I am a second
So why am I so harsh with myself?
aarya045.com/2026/01/07/p...
I am learning that life does not bloom all at once.
Some days, I am a petal—soft, open, trusting.
Some days, I am a pause—quiet, unsure, resting between breaths.
And some days, I am a second
So why am I so harsh with myself?
aarya045.com/2026/01/07/p...
Ink of Her: Not to Impress, Just to Express
There was a time when women were not encouraged to write.
Their thoughts were expected to stay silent, their feelings unnoticed.
Yet, through letters, journals, and hidden notebooks, women conti
aarya045.com/2026/01/06/i...
There was a time when women were not encouraged to write.
Their thoughts were expected to stay silent, their feelings unnoticed.
Yet, through letters, journals, and hidden notebooks, women conti
aarya045.com/2026/01/06/i...
Ink of Her: Not to Impress, Just to Express
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say? “Soft light, silent thoughts.” There was a time when women were not encouraged to write.Their thoughts were expected to stay silent, their feeling…
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January 6, 2026 at 8:49 AM
Ink of Her: Not to Impress, Just to Express
There was a time when women were not encouraged to write.
Their thoughts were expected to stay silent, their feelings unnoticed.
Yet, through letters, journals, and hidden notebooks, women conti
aarya045.com/2026/01/06/i...
There was a time when women were not encouraged to write.
Their thoughts were expected to stay silent, their feelings unnoticed.
Yet, through letters, journals, and hidden notebooks, women conti
aarya045.com/2026/01/06/i...
Healing Backwards, Hoping Forward
A woman’s voice
I often wonder whether I spend more time thinking about the past or the future. The truth is, I visit both—but for different reasons.
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A woman’s voice
I often wonder whether I spend more time thinking about the past or the future. The truth is, I visit both—but for different reasons.
aarya045.com/2026/01/05/h...
Healing Backwards, Hoping Forward
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? I often wonder whether I spend more time thinking about the past or the future. The truth is, I visit both—but for different reaso…
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January 5, 2026 at 11:22 AM
Healing Backwards, Hoping Forward
A woman’s voice
I often wonder whether I spend more time thinking about the past or the future. The truth is, I visit both—but for different reasons.
aarya045.com/2026/01/05/h...
A woman’s voice
I often wonder whether I spend more time thinking about the past or the future. The truth is, I visit both—but for different reasons.
aarya045.com/2026/01/05/h...
The Greatest Gift My Parents Gave Me
The greatest gift my parents gave me was not money, comfort, or success.
It was life—and the strength to live it with dignity.
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The greatest gift my parents gave me was not money, comfort, or success.
It was life—and the strength to live it with dignity.
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The Greatest Gift My Parents Gave Me
What is the greatest gift someone could give you? Parents giving life to their child The greatest gift my parents gave me was not money, comfort, or success.It was life—and the strength to live it …
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January 4, 2026 at 7:32 AM
The Greatest Gift My Parents Gave Me
The greatest gift my parents gave me was not money, comfort, or success.
It was life—and the strength to live it with dignity.
aarya045.com/2026/01/04/t...
The greatest gift my parents gave me was not money, comfort, or success.
It was life—and the strength to live it with dignity.
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From My Heart to Her Victory — Rank One at Seven (2025–26)
Written by a mother
Today is a day I will never forget.
The SOF result was declared today, and my seven-year-old daughter secured School Rank One. When I saw her result, I stayed quiet for a moment.
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Written by a mother
Today is a day I will never forget.
The SOF result was declared today, and my seven-year-old daughter secured School Rank One. When I saw her result, I stayed quiet for a moment.
aarya045.com/2026/01/03/f...
From My Heart to Her Victory — Rank One at Seven (2025–26)
What colleges have you attended? Written by a motherToday is a day I will never forget.The SOF result was declared today, and my seven-year-old daughter secured School Rank One. When I saw her resu…
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January 3, 2026 at 8:34 AM
From My Heart to Her Victory — Rank One at Seven (2025–26)
Written by a mother
Today is a day I will never forget.
The SOF result was declared today, and my seven-year-old daughter secured School Rank One. When I saw her result, I stayed quiet for a moment.
aarya045.com/2026/01/03/f...
Written by a mother
Today is a day I will never forget.
The SOF result was declared today, and my seven-year-old daughter secured School Rank One. When I saw her result, I stayed quiet for a moment.
aarya045.com/2026/01/03/f...
I Learned to Play Again When I Became a Mother
Before I became a mother, I believed that play was only for children.
As a woman, I felt my life should be serious. Responsibilities, duties, and expectations filled my days. I thought laughter without reason was childish.
aarya045.com/2026/01/02/i...
Before I became a mother, I believed that play was only for children.
As a woman, I felt my life should be serious. Responsibilities, duties, and expectations filled my days. I thought laughter without reason was childish.
aarya045.com/2026/01/02/i...
I Learned to Play Again When I Became a Mother
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? Before I became a mother, I believed that play was only for children.As a woman, I felt my life should be serious. Responsibilities, dut…
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January 2, 2026 at 5:17 AM
I Learned to Play Again When I Became a Mother
Before I became a mother, I believed that play was only for children.
As a woman, I felt my life should be serious. Responsibilities, duties, and expectations filled my days. I thought laughter without reason was childish.
aarya045.com/2026/01/02/i...
Before I became a mother, I believed that play was only for children.
As a woman, I felt my life should be serious. Responsibilities, duties, and expectations filled my days. I thought laughter without reason was childish.
aarya045.com/2026/01/02/i...
I Carry Mountains Quietly
They ask me,
“What are your biggest challenges?”
As if I can name just one.
Some days,
it’s waking up tired
and still showing up strong.
Some days,
it’s choosing myself
without feeling guilty.
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They ask me,
“What are your biggest challenges?”
As if I can name just one.
Some days,
it’s waking up tired
and still showing up strong.
Some days,
it’s choosing myself
without feeling guilty.
aarya045.com/2026/01/01/i...
I Carry Mountains Quietly
What are your biggest challenges? They ask me,“What are your biggest challenges?”As if I can name just one.Some days,it’s waking up tiredand still showing up strong.Some days,it’s choosing myselfwi…
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January 1, 2026 at 8:28 AM
I Carry Mountains Quietly
They ask me,
“What are your biggest challenges?”
As if I can name just one.
Some days,
it’s waking up tired
and still showing up strong.
Some days,
it’s choosing myself
without feeling guilty.
aarya045.com/2026/01/01/i...
They ask me,
“What are your biggest challenges?”
As if I can name just one.
Some days,
it’s waking up tired
and still showing up strong.
Some days,
it’s choosing myself
without feeling guilty.
aarya045.com/2026/01/01/i...
🌧️ Rain on Old Letters – A Thought Through Shrikrishna
There are days when rain does not fall outside—it falls inside us.
Today was one such day.
I opened an old box, the kind we keep without remembering why. Inside were letters. Not important ones. Not dramatic ones.
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There are days when rain does not fall outside—it falls inside us.
Today was one such day.
I opened an old box, the kind we keep without remembering why. Inside were letters. Not important ones. Not dramatic ones.
aarya045.com/2025/12/31/%...
December 31, 2025 at 6:44 AM
🌧️ Rain on Old Letters – A Thought Through Shrikrishna
There are days when rain does not fall outside—it falls inside us.
Today was one such day.
I opened an old box, the kind we keep without remembering why. Inside were letters. Not important ones. Not dramatic ones.
aarya045.com/2025/12/31/%...
There are days when rain does not fall outside—it falls inside us.
Today was one such day.
I opened an old box, the kind we keep without remembering why. Inside were letters. Not important ones. Not dramatic ones.
aarya045.com/2025/12/31/%...
Roots of Love: Stories of Family, Heart, and Home
There’s a quiet magic in the little moments we share with our families—the laughter over breakfast, the warmth of a hug after a long day, the gentle guidance that shapes who we become. These are the roots of love that
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There’s a quiet magic in the little moments we share with our families—the laughter over breakfast, the warmth of a hug after a long day, the gentle guidance that shapes who we become. These are the roots of love that
aarya045.com/2025/12/30/r...
Roots of Love: Stories of Family, Heart, and Home
What relationships have a positive impact on you? There’s a quiet magic in the little moments we share with our families—the laughter over breakfast, the warmth of a hug after a long day, the gentl…
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December 30, 2025 at 8:58 AM
Roots of Love: Stories of Family, Heart, and Home
There’s a quiet magic in the little moments we share with our families—the laughter over breakfast, the warmth of a hug after a long day, the gentle guidance that shapes who we become. These are the roots of love that
aarya045.com/2025/12/30/r...
There’s a quiet magic in the little moments we share with our families—the laughter over breakfast, the warmth of a hug after a long day, the gentle guidance that shapes who we become. These are the roots of love that
aarya045.com/2025/12/30/r...
If I ever started my own sports team,
I would want it to feel positive, strong, and welcoming.
A team should be about togetherness, respect, and encouragement, not just winning.
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I would want it to feel positive, strong, and welcoming.
A team should be about togetherness, respect, and encouragement, not just winning.
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If I Built a Sports Team
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be? If I ever started my own sports team,I would want it to feel positive, strong, and welcoming.A team should be about togetherness, …
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December 29, 2025 at 10:32 AM
If I ever started my own sports team,
I would want it to feel positive, strong, and welcoming.
A team should be about togetherness, respect, and encouragement, not just winning.
aarya045.com/2025/12/29/i...
I would want it to feel positive, strong, and welcoming.
A team should be about togetherness, respect, and encouragement, not just winning.
aarya045.com/2025/12/29/i...
Apolitical, Still Aware
I have never been political.
Not because I don’t care, but because my life has always taught me things differently.
While others discussed parties, leaders, and power, I was busy understanding people. I watched how words affect homes
aarya045.com/2025/12/28/a...
I have never been political.
Not because I don’t care, but because my life has always taught me things differently.
While others discussed parties, leaders, and power, I was busy understanding people. I watched how words affect homes
aarya045.com/2025/12/28/a...
Apolitical, Still Aware
How have your political views changed over time? I have never been political.Not because I don’t care, but because my life has always taught me things differently.While others discussed parties, le…
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December 28, 2025 at 9:13 AM
Apolitical, Still Aware
I have never been political.
Not because I don’t care, but because my life has always taught me things differently.
While others discussed parties, leaders, and power, I was busy understanding people. I watched how words affect homes
aarya045.com/2025/12/28/a...
I have never been political.
Not because I don’t care, but because my life has always taught me things differently.
While others discussed parties, leaders, and power, I was busy understanding people. I watched how words affect homes
aarya045.com/2025/12/28/a...
Ink, Light, and a Woman Alone with Her Mind
A writer does not always need to speak.
Some thoughts are too fragile, too deep, to survive conversation. I have learned this slowly, through silence, through pauses, through moments when my mouth stayed quiet but my min
aarya045.com/2025/12/27/i...
A writer does not always need to speak.
Some thoughts are too fragile, too deep, to survive conversation. I have learned this slowly, through silence, through pauses, through moments when my mouth stayed quiet but my min
aarya045.com/2025/12/27/i...
Ink, Light, and a Woman Alone with Her Mind
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? A writer does not always need to speak.Some thoughts are too fragile, too deep, to survive conversation. I have learned …
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December 27, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Ink, Light, and a Woman Alone with Her Mind
A writer does not always need to speak.
Some thoughts are too fragile, too deep, to survive conversation. I have learned this slowly, through silence, through pauses, through moments when my mouth stayed quiet but my min
aarya045.com/2025/12/27/i...
A writer does not always need to speak.
Some thoughts are too fragile, too deep, to survive conversation. I have learned this slowly, through silence, through pauses, through moments when my mouth stayed quiet but my min
aarya045.com/2025/12/27/i...
My First Ride, My Memory
When I was in 10th standard, I was learning how to ride for the first time. I remember that phase of my life very clearly. I was young, curious, and full of mixed feelings. I really wanted to learn, but I was also scared inside.
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When I was in 10th standard, I was learning how to ride for the first time. I remember that phase of my life very clearly. I was young, curious, and full of mixed feelings. I really wanted to learn, but I was also scared inside.
aarya045.com/2025/12/26/m...
December 26, 2025 at 10:22 AM
My First Ride, My Memory
When I was in 10th standard, I was learning how to ride for the first time. I remember that phase of my life very clearly. I was young, curious, and full of mixed feelings. I really wanted to learn, but I was also scared inside.
aarya045.com/2025/12/26/m...
When I was in 10th standard, I was learning how to ride for the first time. I remember that phase of my life very clearly. I was young, curious, and full of mixed feelings. I really wanted to learn, but I was also scared inside.
aarya045.com/2025/12/26/m...
Is Motherhood a Journey of Love and Learnig?
It is something I live every single day.
When I became a mother, I believed my main responsibility was to teach my child—how to study well, how to behave, how to be strong. But slowly, without any announce
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It is something I live every single day.
When I became a mother, I believed my main responsibility was to teach my child—how to study well, how to behave, how to be strong. But slowly, without any announce
aarya045.com/2025/12/25/i...
Is Motherhood a Journey of Love and Learning? - My Awesome Blog
How are you creative? Motherhood is not something I learned from books or advice.It is something I live every single day.When I became a mother, I believed my main responsibility was to teach my child...
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December 25, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Is Motherhood a Journey of Love and Learnig?
It is something I live every single day.
When I became a mother, I believed my main responsibility was to teach my child—how to study well, how to behave, how to be strong. But slowly, without any announce
aarya045.com/2025/12/25/i...
It is something I live every single day.
When I became a mother, I believed my main responsibility was to teach my child—how to study well, how to behave, how to be strong. But slowly, without any announce
aarya045.com/2025/12/25/i...
Matriarchs in My Blood
I did not come alone.
I arrived carrying women—
folded into my bones,
quiet as marrow,
stubborn as breath.
aarya045.com/2025/12/24/m...
I did not come alone.
I arrived carrying women—
folded into my bones,
quiet as marrow,
stubborn as breath.
aarya045.com/2025/12/24/m...
December 24, 2025 at 6:41 AM
Matriarchs in My Blood
I did not come alone.
I arrived carrying women—
folded into my bones,
quiet as marrow,
stubborn as breath.
aarya045.com/2025/12/24/m...
I did not come alone.
I arrived carrying women—
folded into my bones,
quiet as marrow,
stubborn as breath.
aarya045.com/2025/12/24/m...
Calendar Pages and My Spine
I have always noticed the pages of a calendar. Every day falls softly, some bright, some gray, but each carries its own story.
Standing Through the Years
I was born into a world that asked women to fold, to bend, to be small.
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I have always noticed the pages of a calendar. Every day falls softly, some bright, some gray, but each carries its own story.
Standing Through the Years
I was born into a world that asked women to fold, to bend, to be small.
aarya045.com/2025/12/23/c...
Calendar Pages and My Spine - My Awesome Blog
Share what you know about the year you were born. I have always noticed the pages of a calendar. Every day falls softly, some bright, some gray, but each carries its own story. Standing Through the Ye...
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December 23, 2025 at 5:50 AM
Calendar Pages and My Spine
I have always noticed the pages of a calendar. Every day falls softly, some bright, some gray, but each carries its own story.
Standing Through the Years
I was born into a world that asked women to fold, to bend, to be small.
aarya045.com/2025/12/23/c...
I have always noticed the pages of a calendar. Every day falls softly, some bright, some gray, but each carries its own story.
Standing Through the Years
I was born into a world that asked women to fold, to bend, to be small.
aarya045.com/2025/12/23/c...
I often wonder why the world expects us to judge so quickly.
People judge intentions, choices, even silences—sometimes without knowing the whole story. I’ve never felt comfortable doing that.
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People judge intentions, choices, even silences—sometimes without knowing the whole story. I’ve never felt comfortable doing that.
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December 22, 2025 at 5:41 AM
I often wonder why the world expects us to judge so quickly.
People judge intentions, choices, even silences—sometimes without knowing the whole story. I’ve never felt comfortable doing that.
aarya045.com/2025/12/22/w...
People judge intentions, choices, even silences—sometimes without knowing the whole story. I’ve never felt comfortable doing that.
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The Hours I Belong to Myself
There are hours in the day that are mine alone.
Not the mornings when I’m rushing everyone out the door.
Not the afternoons filled with messages, chores, and endless to-dos.
Those hours belong to the world.
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There are hours in the day that are mine alone.
Not the mornings when I’m rushing everyone out the door.
Not the afternoons filled with messages, chores, and endless to-dos.
Those hours belong to the world.
aarya045.com/2025/12/21/t...
The Hours I Belong to Myself - My Awesome Blog
When are you most happy? There are hours in the day that are mine alone.Not the mornings when I’m rushing everyone out the door.Not the afternoons filled with messages, chores, and endless to-dos.Thos...
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December 21, 2025 at 5:19 AM
The Hours I Belong to Myself
There are hours in the day that are mine alone.
Not the mornings when I’m rushing everyone out the door.
Not the afternoons filled with messages, chores, and endless to-dos.
Those hours belong to the world.
aarya045.com/2025/12/21/t...
There are hours in the day that are mine alone.
Not the mornings when I’m rushing everyone out the door.
Not the afternoons filled with messages, chores, and endless to-dos.
Those hours belong to the world.
aarya045.com/2025/12/21/t...
The Last Time My Heart Felt Light
The last time my heart felt light, nothing special was happening around me.
No big moment. No celebration. No achievement to be proud of.
It was just an ordinary day, moving slowly, like most days do.
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The last time my heart felt light, nothing special was happening around me.
No big moment. No celebration. No achievement to be proud of.
It was just an ordinary day, moving slowly, like most days do.
aarya045.com/2025/12/20/t...
The Last Time My Heart Felt Light - My Awesome Blog
What was the last thing you did for play or fun? The last time my heart felt light, nothing special was happening around me.No big moment. No celebration. No achievement to be proud of.It was just an ...
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December 20, 2025 at 6:45 AM
The Last Time My Heart Felt Light
The last time my heart felt light, nothing special was happening around me.
No big moment. No celebration. No achievement to be proud of.
It was just an ordinary day, moving slowly, like most days do.
aarya045.com/2025/12/20/t...
The last time my heart felt light, nothing special was happening around me.
No big moment. No celebration. No achievement to be proud of.
It was just an ordinary day, moving slowly, like most days do.
aarya045.com/2025/12/20/t...
My Basket, My Rules: The 5 Grocery Items That Quietly Take Care of Me
There are days when grocery shopping feels like just another task on the list.
And then there are days when it feels like care.
Walking through the grocery store, pushing a cart slowly, choosing
aarya045.com/2025/12/19/m...
There are days when grocery shopping feels like just another task on the list.
And then there are days when it feels like care.
Walking through the grocery store, pushing a cart slowly, choosing
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My Basket, My Rules: The 5 Grocery Items That Quietly Take Care of Me - My Awesome Blog
List your top 5 grocery store items. There are days when grocery shopping feels like just another task on the list.And then there are days when it feels like care. Walking through the grocery store, p...
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December 19, 2025 at 10:11 AM
My Basket, My Rules: The 5 Grocery Items That Quietly Take Care of Me
There are days when grocery shopping feels like just another task on the list.
And then there are days when it feels like care.
Walking through the grocery store, pushing a cart slowly, choosing
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There are days when grocery shopping feels like just another task on the list.
And then there are days when it feels like care.
Walking through the grocery store, pushing a cart slowly, choosing
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A Man Who Positively Impacted My Life
When I am asked to describe a man who has positively impacted my life, I find it impossible to speak about just one individual. My journey has been shaped by several men who entered my life at different stages,
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When I am asked to describe a man who has positively impacted my life, I find it impossible to speak about just one individual. My journey has been shaped by several men who entered my life at different stages,
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December 18, 2025 at 9:33 AM
A Man Who Positively Impacted My Life
When I am asked to describe a man who has positively impacted my life, I find it impossible to speak about just one individual. My journey has been shaped by several men who entered my life at different stages,
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When I am asked to describe a man who has positively impacted my life, I find it impossible to speak about just one individual. My journey has been shaped by several men who entered my life at different stages,
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