A.V

Crawling out of the quilt's warm embrace, A dimly lit room greets the flowing darkness. Freshened up, a cold bath clears my mind, Hair washed, ready to unwind. Then, I sit at my desk, wrapped in a dear shawl, Its embrace tender. The speaker hums as my phone connects, Lo-fi tunes softly fill the quiet, Lit only by my study lamp. Books open, I lose myself in the flow; hours pass. The light of dawn creeps, eager to grace This gentle haven—my sacred space, Where learning and growth define my day. Slowly, the quiet shifts— From serene stillness to chirping birds, Barking dogs, and stirring neighbors. The slow morning sets the rhythm, A peaceful prelude to a purposeful day. A.V

Die, die, die. I don't know you. Who have you become? This isn't me. This mind-addicted to the phone. These ears-attuned only to curses. These eyes-devoid of care. This mouth-speaking only silence. These lungs-suffocating in their own breath. This heart-aching, breaking. WHO ARE YOU?! I thought you knew how to care for yourself. If this is your care, you may as well die. I will kill you. I will bury you so deep, Not even the waves will carry you. In the depths of the sea, you will remain- Gone. Never to rise again. And I will take over. The one who grows, Who learns,  Whose eyes light up like dawn, Whose eyes light up like dawn,  Whose lungs drink in the crisp air,  Whose heart beats-warm, alive. The one who cares-  For the future more than the fleeting present.  The one who rises,  Who refuses to fall. But you- You keep falling. Why?  Why do you keep falling? Don't worry, dear. I will free you.  I will break you to rebuild you. I will save us bot...

What happened to me? Only 6 months remain, and I am  Falling down. Spending days,  Watching series and anime. I want to wake up but yet, Late at night in the dark, I am using my Phone. A lot of back log left. This will ends now, I will meditate, Take in cold air.  And freshen my mind. I will study now. Or I will break down. And fall the even more. A.V

In a mountainside, this cafe resides, full of glass, wood, and vibe. It’s morning, far before the rush hour. I step in, look around, and pick a spot by the large glass windows that frame the green mountains. I open my book and order a coffee. Murmuring hums blend with the gentle songs of my soul. Plates and forks clink softly. My heart finds its place here. A cafe crafted with care and warmth. Black and brown tones create a cozy ambiance, and flowers spill outside, adding color to the view. There’s enough space to house families and friends comfortably. My coffee arrives, warm and rich. I look around: vintage bulbs hang from the ceiling, suspended on copper pipes—a bold, open design that exposes the air conditioner lines and beams. Some might opt to close them off and hang bulbs from rustic jute ropes, but this openness feels intentional, raw, and refreshing. Each table is set with seasoning bottles in both glass and plastic—though all-glass would add a nice touch. Every table has a ta...