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
Every time a man cheats, society somehow finds a woman to burn. The “other woman” becomes the villain. The girlfriend becomes the victim. And the man? He quietly sits in the middle, enjoying the attention, the fight, the drama, and the fact that nobody is forcing him to take real accountability.
Every time a man cheats, society somehow finds a woman to burn. The “other woman” becomes the villain. The girlfriend becomes the victim. And the man? He quietly sits in the middle, enjoying the attention, the fight, the drama, and the fact that nobody is forcing him to take real accountability.
By Riya Kumari
In today’s world, disrespect is often mistaken for confidence. A woman who humiliates, controls, mocks, or competes with a man is sometimes called “strong.” But strength is not the same as unresolved pain. A woman who needs to disrespect a man to feel powerful is not liberated; she is carrying a wound that still needs healing.
In today’s world, disrespect is often mistaken for confidence. A woman who humiliates, controls, mocks, or competes with a man is sometimes called “strong.” But strength is not the same as unresolved pain. A woman who needs to disrespect a man to feel powerful is not liberated; she is carrying a wound that still needs healing.
By Riya Kumari
Modern love often teaches people to perform instead of connect. Many men today know how to create confusion, not clarity. They go hot and cold so you keep guessing. They put you down just enough to make you chase their approval. They send mixed signals, keep you emotionally available, but never fully choose you. They make love feel like a test you keep failing.
Modern love often teaches people to perform instead of connect. Many men today know how to create confusion, not clarity. They go hot and cold so you keep guessing. They put you down just enough to make you chase their approval. They send mixed signals, keep you emotionally available, but never fully choose you. They make love feel like a test you keep failing.
By Riya Kumari
Many people call it love because it feels intense. Because they cry for that person. Because they cannot sleep without their message. Because one reply can make their whole day and one silence can destroy it. But intensity is not always love. Sometimes what you are calling love is fear wearing a romantic mask. Sometimes it is insecurity asking to be worshipped. Sometimes it is your wounded self trying to control another person so you do not have to face the emptiness inside you.
Many people call it love because it feels intense. Because they cry for that person. Because they cannot sleep without their message. Because one reply can make their whole day and one silence can destroy it. But intensity is not always love. Sometimes what you are calling love is fear wearing a romantic mask. Sometimes it is insecurity asking to be worshipped. Sometimes it is your wounded self trying to control another person so you do not have to face the emptiness inside you.
By Riya Kumari
Attachment feels like love in the beginning, but slowly it can become fear. Fear of losing someone. Fear of being ignored. Fear of not getting the same energy back. And when attachment takes over, even a peaceful person starts acting unlike themselves. The moment you start chasing someone, you start running away from yourself.
Attachment feels like love in the beginning, but slowly it can become fear. Fear of losing someone. Fear of being ignored. Fear of not getting the same energy back. And when attachment takes over, even a peaceful person starts acting unlike themselves. The moment you start chasing someone, you start running away from yourself.
By Riya Kumari
An emotionally regulated woman may seem “boring” to unhealed men addicted to chaos, mixed signals, and emotional games. But she is also the woman they never fully forget. Because while some women only get access to a man’s attention, a calm woman quietly takes permanent space in a man's mind.
An emotionally regulated woman may seem “boring” to unhealed men addicted to chaos, mixed signals, and emotional games. But she is also the woman they never fully forget. Because while some women only get access to a man’s attention, a calm woman quietly takes permanent space in a man's mind.
By Riya Kumari
There are times when life does not feel gentle at all. You may try to stay calm, but something inside you is restless. You want answers, but every answer opens another question. You want peace, but your mind keeps circling the same fear, the same memory, the same unfinished wound.
There are times when life does not feel gentle at all. You may try to stay calm, but something inside you is restless. You want answers, but every answer opens another question. You want peace, but your mind keeps circling the same fear, the same memory, the same unfinished wound.
By Riya Kumari
Sometimes, love does not leave suddenly. It loosens slowly. One day, the same message that once made your heart race feels ordinary. The same person whose silence used to shake you no longer controls your whole day. You still care, but something inside you has stopped begging. It feels confusing at first, almost like loss. But maybe it is not loss. Maybe it is protection arriving quietly.
Sometimes, love does not leave suddenly. It loosens slowly. One day, the same message that once made your heart race feels ordinary. The same person whose silence used to shake you no longer controls your whole day. You still care, but something inside you has stopped begging. It feels confusing at first, almost like loss. But maybe it is not loss. Maybe it is protection arriving quietly.
By Riya Kumari
Some dangers don’t arrive with sharp teeth and loud warnings. Sometimes, they come softly - with bright eyes, tiny bodies, beautiful colors, or a face that makes you want to reach out. Maybe that is why these animals feel so fascinating. They remind us of a truth we often forget in life: not everything gentle-looking is safe, and not everything we are drawn to is meant to be held.
Some dangers don’t arrive with sharp teeth and loud warnings. Sometimes, they come softly - with bright eyes, tiny bodies, beautiful colors, or a face that makes you want to reach out. Maybe that is why these animals feel so fascinating. They remind us of a truth we often forget in life: not everything gentle-looking is safe, and not everything we are drawn to is meant to be held.
By Riya Kumari
Some people do not leave you in one clean moment. They make you live inside uncertainty first. They give you warmth, then take it back. They make you feel chosen, then make you feel foolish for believing it. And because there was no loud betrayal, you keep explaining it to yourself. “Maybe they are busy.” or “Maybe I overreacted.” or “Maybe they care but don’t know how to show it.”
Some people do not leave you in one clean moment. They make you live inside uncertainty first. They give you warmth, then take it back. They make you feel chosen, then make you feel foolish for believing it. And because there was no loud betrayal, you keep explaining it to yourself. “Maybe they are busy.” or “Maybe I overreacted.” or “Maybe they care but don’t know how to show it.”
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