I’m Riya Kumari, a graduate in Multimedia and Mass Communication from Indraprastha College for Women. From a young age, I found myself drawn to people’s stories. “Saving people” was never just a dramatic idea; it was a quiet instinct that kept growing. Friends, classmates, even strangers would come to me, and somewhere in those conversations, I discovered my voice. Not just to speak, but to guide, to comfort, and to inspire. Over time, that voice turned into a deeper purpose: to write. But not just for the sake of writing. I write to leave a mark. I want to create words that people carry with them long after they’ve finished reading. If something I write helps someone take one step forward, feel a little less lost, or rethink something that matters, then I know I’m doing what I’m meant to do.
I’m Riya Kumari, a graduate in Multimedia and Mass Communication from Indraprastha College for Women. From a young age, I found myself drawn to people’s stories. “Saving people” was never just a dramatic idea; it was a quiet instinct that kept growing. Friends, classmates, even strangers would come to me, and somewhere in those conversations, I discovered my voice. Not just to speak, but to guide, to comfort, and to inspire. Over time, that voice turned into a deeper purpose: to write. But not just for the sake of writing. I write to leave a mark. I want to create words that people carry with them long after they’ve finished reading. If something I write helps someone take one step forward, feel a little less lost, or rethink something that matters, then I know I’m doing what I’m meant to do.
By Riya Kumari
You’ve probably felt it - that quiet hesitation before stepping out, the subtle question: “Will this be judged?” Clothing, which should feel like a second skin, often becomes a second burden. But what if the shame stitched into certain clothes isn’t ancient truth but recent forgetting? What if the discomfort you feel isn’t yours, but something handed down, unquestioned? There was a time when the body was not a problem to solve. It simply was.
You’ve probably felt it - that quiet hesitation before stepping out, the subtle question: “Will this be judged?” Clothing, which should feel like a second skin, often becomes a second burden. But what if the shame stitched into certain clothes isn’t ancient truth but recent forgetting? What if the discomfort you feel isn’t yours, but something handed down, unquestioned? There was a time when the body was not a problem to solve. It simply was.
By Riya Kumari
There are places people call sacred, and then there are the rules built around them by human fear. For years, some temple doors did not just stay closed to women, they quietly sent a message: your devotion is welcome, but your presence is not. That kind of rejection does not always shout. Sometimes it settles softly into the heart and becomes something harder to name.
There are places people call sacred, and then there are the rules built around them by human fear. For years, some temple doors did not just stay closed to women, they quietly sent a message: your devotion is welcome, but your presence is not. That kind of rejection does not always shout. Sometimes it settles softly into the heart and becomes something harder to name.
By Riya Kumari
Most people enjoy being lied to in soft lighting: not every woman who keeps you close actually wants you. Some want your time, your reassurance, your replies, your emotional availability, your steady little stream of validation on tap. Love? That is a much heavier word. Attention is light. Portable. Fun. Love asks for consistency. Attention only asks that your phone stays charged. And men confuse the two all the time. Because being chosen feels flattering, even when you were never actually chosen. You were just useful to someone’s ego. A flattering mistake is still a mistake.
Most people enjoy being lied to in soft lighting: not every woman who keeps you close actually wants you. Some want your time, your reassurance, your replies, your emotional availability, your steady little stream of validation on tap. Love? That is a much heavier word. Attention is light. Portable. Fun. Love asks for consistency. Attention only asks that your phone stays charged. And men confuse the two all the time. Because being chosen feels flattering, even when you were never actually chosen. You were just useful to someone’s ego. A flattering mistake is still a mistake.
By Riya Kumari
Friendship is not sacred just because it is old. Some people treat a ten-year friendship like a family heirloom, as if duration automatically means value. It does not. Milk kept for ten days is not sentimental. It is spoiled. The same goes for people who keep calling themselves your friend while quietly draining your peace, shrinking your confidence, and showing up only when life gives them a reason to remember you exist
Friendship is not sacred just because it is old. Some people treat a ten-year friendship like a family heirloom, as if duration automatically means value. It does not. Milk kept for ten days is not sentimental. It is spoiled. The same goes for people who keep calling themselves your friend while quietly draining your peace, shrinking your confidence, and showing up only when life gives them a reason to remember you exist
By Riya Kumari
What makes toxic people so exhausting is not only what they say or do. It is the way they disturb your inner weather. They make you doubt your timing, your worth, your peace. They pull your attention outward until your own center starts to feel far away. And when this happens, the deepest need is not revenge, distance, or even understanding. The deepest need is return. Return to your own clarity. Return to the part of you that was never built from their approval and cannot be broken by their rejection.
What makes toxic people so exhausting is not only what they say or do. It is the way they disturb your inner weather. They make you doubt your timing, your worth, your peace. They pull your attention outward until your own center starts to feel far away. And when this happens, the deepest need is not revenge, distance, or even understanding. The deepest need is return. Return to your own clarity. Return to the part of you that was never built from their approval and cannot be broken by their rejection.
By Riya Kumari
There are days when a woman is expected to carry everything quietly. The family’s worry. The room’s silence. The weight of being strong without ever being allowed to look tired. And over time, something subtle happens: she is praised for sacrifice, but rarely seen in her full sacredness. That is why these temples feel different.
There are days when a woman is expected to carry everything quietly. The family’s worry. The room’s silence. The weight of being strong without ever being allowed to look tired. And over time, something subtle happens: she is praised for sacrifice, but rarely seen in her full sacredness. That is why these temples feel different.
By Riya Kumari
These birds are not just the vahanas of gods. They are mirrors. They show that beauty can carry danger, and danger can carry wisdom. Perhaps that is why they stay with us. Because so much of being human feels exactly like that. You are trying to live well in a world where love can wound, clarity can hurt, success can hollow, and truth can arrive too late.
These birds are not just the vahanas of gods. They are mirrors. They show that beauty can carry danger, and danger can carry wisdom. Perhaps that is why they stay with us. Because so much of being human feels exactly like that. You are trying to live well in a world where love can wound, clarity can hurt, success can hollow, and truth can arrive too late.
By Riya Kumari
Shiva is not just stillness. He is the fire that burns illusions. The force that breaks what is false. The silence that remains after everything unnecessary falls away. And maybe that’s why it feels uncomfortable. Because change always does. But if you sit with it long enough, you begin to see - You were never being destroyed. You were being revealed.
Shiva is not just stillness. He is the fire that burns illusions. The force that breaks what is false. The silence that remains after everything unnecessary falls away. And maybe that’s why it feels uncomfortable. Because change always does. But if you sit with it long enough, you begin to see - You were never being destroyed. You were being revealed.
By Riya Kumari
Hanuman Ji feel greater than just a god in these places. Not greater in rank, but greater in nearness. He is not only above life. He enters it. He stands at the gate, inside the role, in the effort, through the fracture, and beside the exile. And perhaps that is what you were searching for too. Not a distant miracle, but a presence that understands the weight you carry without asking you to become someone else first.
Hanuman Ji feel greater than just a god in these places. Not greater in rank, but greater in nearness. He is not only above life. He enters it. He stands at the gate, inside the role, in the effort, through the fracture, and beside the exile. And perhaps that is what you were searching for too. Not a distant miracle, but a presence that understands the weight you carry without asking you to become someone else first.
By Riya Kumari
Ramayana is not preserved as a single fixed text but as a flexible narrative that adapts to culture, religion, and geography. Names change, characters evolve, and interpretations shift, yet the central story remains identifiable. This widespread presence across continents makes the Ramayana one of the most culturally adapted epics in human history.
Ramayana is not preserved as a single fixed text but as a flexible narrative that adapts to culture, religion, and geography. Names change, characters evolve, and interpretations shift, yet the central story remains identifiable. This widespread presence across continents makes the Ramayana one of the most culturally adapted epics in human history.
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