Taruna Ghera

There are certain days you wish would never end—like a birthday, for instance. Imagine if such a day could stretch to 72 hours, packed with endless joy, cherished memories, and all the things that make you feel truly alive. These are the moments that remind us of the essence of living—a sense of fulfillment, a discovery of something we didn’t even know we were seeking, a glimpse of life at its most vibrant. But here’s the thing: while I could write about these feelings endlessly—and trust me, I have, more times than I can count—I keep coming back to one question: how much is too much? Is there ever a limit to expressing something you love purely with all your heart and soul? Does talking about it, sharing it, and writing about it over and over somehow dilute its meaning? Maybe the answer lies not in how often we express it, but in how deeply it resonates each time. If the emotion is genuine, its meaning doesn’t fade—it evolves, adding new layers of understanding and connection. After ...

Today felt like any other day. I woke up, made myself  the-specifically-accurate-proportion-of-coffee-sugar-mix, logged  into my laptop and got ready to type. But just as I was about to press the first letter, something unusual struck me: I remembered something. Now, that's rare for me—remembering something, especially a  dream . Even more unusual was the fact that this dream involved my one constant friend, the person I turn to for everything from minor inconveniences to major dilemmas. The beauty of student life is that you don’t have to report to anyone at a fixed time. So, with that luxury in mind, I picked up my phone and called him. I narrated the dream, and soon, we were laughing hysterically. It was one of those laughs that stays with you, even after the conversation ends.  As we both returned to our routines, I noticed something lingering—a smile on my face. It wasn't intentional or conscious, but it was there, a testament to the joy of having someone who ...

One thing I have realized over the years, being impatiently impatient and wanting to get the results immediately after accomplishing a certain task, that no matter what you do, with how much dedication you put into it, you will see the results when they're meant to be seen. No other force in this world, nor you could take things under your control and make them happen. This realization didn’t come easy. I have, like most of us, found myself frustrated, questioning why my hard work didn’t yield instant outcomes. It felt as though the universe was ignoring my effort. But with time, I learned to see the bigger picture—that every action sets things in motion, but the outcomes align with a timeline greater than my own. It’s like planting a seed; no matter how much water or sunlight you provide, the seed will sprout only when it’s ready. Well, this wasn't a thought that struck me over night. Perhaps, one of the ideas that gave birth to this realization was the fact that I always end ...

"अगर सब कुछ मिल जाएगा ज़िन्दगी में तो तमन्ना किसकी करोगे , कुछ अधूरी ख़्वाहिशें ही तो ज़िन्दगी जीने का मज़ा देती हैं "             "  If you attain everything in life, what will you wish for, It is the unfulfilled desires that make life worth living " Human desires are as boundless as the stars in the night sky, ever-expanding and evolving with time. From the dawn of civilization, our ancestors sought fire to keep warm and food to satiate their hunger. Yet, as these basic needs were met, the horizon of our wishes widened—reaching for comfort, knowledge, power, love, and purpose. What makes human wants infinite is their deeply rooted connection to our emotions, ambitions, and ever-curious nature. Once we achieve something we once craved, the satisfaction is fleeting, and a new desire takes its place. A child dreams of toys, a student yearns for success, an adult strives for stability, and the elderly seek peace—but beneath these desires lies...

The thing about stories is that when you read them, you often find echoes of your own life within them. That's how a story truly comes alive—through the uncanny resemblances that compel you to picture it in your mind, like a film rolling before your eyes. The only difference being that it stars a version of you, shaped by your imagination, an essence of you. Does that mean you can reshape it as you wish? It does, doesn’t it? But here’s the catch—it’s written by someone else. It’s a strange feeling, isn’t it? Watching a film play out in your own imagination, only to remember that its script belongs to another. So, how does one create a film thought and written purely by their own? Well, the answer is still to be found. Maybe the answer lies in being brave enough to listen to your own thoughts. To take your experiences, feelings, and dreams and turn them into a story that feels truly yours. It sounds easy, doesn’t it? But it’s not. Writing your own story means looking inside yourse...