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Some People Leave Footprints Without Even Saying…

2026-09-20T14:57:26.059+04:00

Some people enter our lives so quietly that we do not recognize their importance until much later. They do not arrive with a grand introduction or a promise that they will matter. Sometimes, they are simply a name on a Facebook screen, a shared interest, a few conversations scattered across the years.

And then, somehow, they become a part of your life that you cannot quite explain. He was one of those people.

I do not remember the exact day we became friends on Facebook. I wish I did. Perhaps I would like to know the precise moment when a stranger slowly became someone familiar. What I do remember is Game of Thrones. We were both fans. Maybe that was where our story quietly began, somewhere between Westeros, dragons, Jon Snow and all the conversations that made that series impossible to forget. At the time, it was simply a shared interest. I had no idea that the person behind that Facebook profile would eventually become someone I would remember in such detail.

Before we ever met

I believe he was already in my profile around in 2017, when Kit Harrington visited Sri Lanka. I remember seeing a photograph of him with Kit Harrington at the Southern Highway interchange. I must have liked it or commented on it because I remember thinking how incredibly lucky he was. He had met Jon Snow.

Years later, I would laugh at how little I knew about the person behind that photograph.

Apparently, Kit Harrington was not the only famous face he managed to encounter. While in Canada, he also took a photograph with Jason Momoa. Jason happens to be one of my celebrity crushes. Perhaps it is that smile. And my friend has a lovely smile too. It is funny how certain little details seem insignificant when they happen, only to become strangely memorable later.

A message in 2020

I cannot remember when our occasional Facebook interactions became actual conversations. But I remember one from 2020. A friend of mine in Canada had a birthday, and I was trying to find somewhere online from which I could send a gift.

I asked him for help because he was already living there. He suggested Baskit.com. He was helpful, patient and generous with his time. It was nothing extraordinary. Just a few messages between two people who knew each other online. But I remember it. Perhaps because life is often built from moments that seem insignificant when they happen.

2023…

For years, I knew him without ever having truly met him. I had seen his photographs. I knew his interests, his little habits, the friends and things he cared about, and fragments of the life he shared with the world. I knew a version of him that existed through screens and conversations, yet there was still so much I didn’t know. I had never heard his voice across a table. Never watched his eyes light up when he spoke about something he loved. Never seen the expressions that appeared on his face without him even realizing it. I knew him, but only from a distance.

Then came 31st May 2023. He was visiting Sri Lanka, and somehow, after all those years, we finally decided to meet. Just to say hi. Nothing complicated. Nothing that either of us could have imagined would become a memory I would carry for so long. At the time, I was working at Sheraton Colombo. We met one fine afternoon at Carnival Ice Cream. And I still remember the moment I saw him for the first time.

He was wearing a blue Nike T-shirt, my favorite colour. He was tall, exactly as I had imagined, but somehow different when he was standing right in front of me. And then there was his smile. That smile, It was genuine, warm and completely unforced. The kind of smile that makes a person feel comfortable without them even trying.

For a moment, there was something strangely familiar about seeing him there. Someone I had known for years suddenly had a voice, a presence, expressions, gestures. He was no longer a photograph on a screen or a name attached to conversations. He was right there in front of me. We started talking. And somehow, the years of knowing each other online seemed to disappear. There was no awkward beginning. No desperate search for something to say. No uncomfortable silence that needed to be filled. We simply talked about ordinary things, familiar things, random things and somehow it all felt incredibly easy.

I remember thinking how strange it was. How can someone feel familiar before you have ever actually met them?

It was our first meeting, but it didn't feel like one. It felt as though we had simply picked up a conversation that had been waiting for us somewhere, and moved it from a screen to a table. There was laughter. There were little moments of silence that didn't feel uncomfortable. There were smiles that happened without either of us trying to create them. And perhaps that is what stayed with me most. How natural it felt.

We took a photograph together that afternoon and posted it on Instagram and Facebook. Almost everyone assumed we were a couple. We weren't, because he was in love with someone else.

But, honestly, I understood why they thought so. There was something about that photograph. Something warm. Something effortless. Something that looked less like two people meeting for the first time and more like two people who had simply found their way into the same frame after knowing each other for a very long time. Maybe some connections don't need years of physical presence to feel real. Maybe sometimes, a person can be familiar before they are ever close.

And sometimes, without either person realizing it, an ordinary afternoon becomes one of those memories you return to years later not because something extraordinary happened, but because something felt quietly special.

A few days later, I invited him to join me and some friends for drinks.

He loves live music, particularly music from the 90s, and The Notion band was performing that night. My ex boyfriend was his batch-mate, so he knew him too. My cousin and two other girls who were friends of my friend joined us. And then came 24th June 2023. I remember that night with an almost unreasonable fondness.

There was music everywhere. We drank. We danced. We laughed. We took photographs with the band leader. We ate street food. We sang and drove around late at night. For a few hours, there was nothing particularly complicated about life. There was only music, friendship, laughter and the feeling that the night should not end. There was some jealousy drama too.

Now, it is simply another memory that makes me smile. If I could borrow one night from the past, just for a few hours, I would probably choose that one night. Not because it was perfect. Because it was alive.

The rainy evening

After that unforgettable night, we met alone only once more in Sri Lanka.

It was at Boardwalk by Waters Edge, after I finished work. The evening was wrapped in a gentle drizzle, and somehow, the rain made everything feel quieter, softer, almost dreamlike. We sat together and talked. There was no particular plan for the evening. No special occasion. Just two people sharing a little time together, knowing somewhere in the back of our minds that the hours were limited. The conversation flowed as naturally as it always did. We spoke, we smiled, we laughed, and for a while, the rest of the world seemed to disappear behind the rain.

I remember looking at the evening and wishing it would move a little more slowly because it was our farewell. I remember the sound of the drizzle.I remember the warmth of the conversation.

And, perhaps most of all, I remember knowing that he would soon leave.

There is something quietly painful about enjoying a beautiful moment while already knowing it is coming to an end. You try not to think about the goodbye. You stay a little longer. You listen a little more carefully.You notice the smallest things because, somehow, you already know you will miss him.

Eventually, the evening had to end. He returned to Canada. And I returned to my life. Some goodbyes are not dramatic. Sometimes they are simply a quiet evening, a little rain, a long conversation, and the feeling that you wish you had just a little more time.

Three times

I have met him only three times.

That is the strange part. And perhaps the most beautiful part too. Yet somehow, those three meetings feel much larger in my memory than the number itself suggests.

I remember the colour of his shirt, the warmth of his smile, the ease of our conversations, the laughter that made one night feel far too short, and the rain falling around us on our last evening together. I remember how ordinary those moments seemed while I was living them, and how precious they became once they were over. It is strange how the heart measures time differently from a calendar.

Some people can be around you for years and leave very little behind. Others can enter your life only a handful of times and somehow remain in a quiet corner of your thoughts long after they have gone.

Maybe significance has never been about how often someone stands beside you. Maybe it is about what you feel when they do. The comfort. The laughter. The unspoken familiarity. The feeling that, for a little while, you are exactly where you are meant to be. And perhaps that is why three meetings were enough.

Three small pieces of time, separated by months and eventually by thousands of miles, somehow became memories I still hold close.

Some people need years to become important.

Somehow, he did not.

Then came the distance

I did not see him again after 2023.

He returned to Canada. And, as life tends to do, everything continued. Mine moved in one direction. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and eventually the months quietly turned into years.

At one point, he came back to Sri Lanka. While I was in Dubai. He had apparently kept the visit as a surprise for me. He had imagined seeing me without me knowing he was there. Life, with its strange sense of humor, turned the surprise around, and he ended up being the one who was surprised.

We did not have a proper phone conversation again until July 2026.

Three years….

Three years is a long time when someone is no longer part of your everyday life. A lot can happen in three years. People change. Circumstances change. Lives take completely different turns.

And yet, when we finally spoke again, something inside me felt strangely familiar. There was no awkward beginning. No careful attempt to find our way back to each other. No need to ask who we had become. We simply talked. And somehow, the years disappeared. The humor was still there. The warmth was still there. The effortless rhythm of our conversations was still there.

One moment, I was aware that three years had passed. The next, it felt as though we had simply paused a conversation and continued it. It was almost unfair how easily it came back. As if time had changed everything around us, but had forgotten to change this one little thing between us. And perhaps that is what touched me the most. Not that we had spoken again. But that after all that time, I still felt at home in a conversation with him.

He knows my silence. We do not speak every day but he was obersving what’s happening in my life. Sometimes we do not text for long periods. But he checks on me. He encourages me. He listens. And somehow, he knows when I have gone quiet. That is something I have always noticed about him. He pays attention to the things that are not said.

Recently, when I was going through something difficult, he was there.

Not dramatically. Not with grand declarations. Just present. And sometimes, presence is the kindest thing another person can offer. He is a very good listener.

There was also a recent occasion when he reached out to me because of something rather stupid he had done. He knew he could tell me. He knows I will not judge him. Perhaps that is one of the quiet privileges of something real..

You can show up without polishing your story first.

Another strange similarity

Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism.

Only later did I discover that he had been living with the same condition for years. Another unexpected thread between two people living thousands of kilometers apart. We already shared Game of Thrones. Television shows. Music. A sense of humor. A tendency to be slightly ridiculous. And apparently, this too.

He is patient.

He is intelligent.

He is a good communicator.

He listens.

He remembers.

And he makes conversation feel effortless. There are people with whom you carefully construct sentences. With him, I never really have.

What remains

We do not need constant communication to prove that the friendship exists. There are no daily check ins. No expectations. No questions about where we have been or why we disappeared for a while. Life simply happens.

Different responsibilities. Different seasons. Different versions of ourselves. Years pass. Lives change. We become strangers to some of the people we once knew so well. And yet, somehow, there are a few people who never quite become strangers. He is one of them.

Even when he is far away, there is a quiet comfort in knowing that he is somewhere in this world. I may not know what his ordinary days look like anymore. I may not hear his voice for months. I may not know when the next conversation will happen. But somehow, I know that when it does, something familiar will still be there. And perhaps that is what makes this friendship so precious to me. It has never needed to be loud. It has never asked for constant attention. It has never needed promises to keep it alive. It simply remains. Quietly. Patiently. Somewhere between the memories we made and the moments we have not yet had.

There is something deeply comforting about knowing that distance can take away the everyday presence of someone without taking away what they mean to you.

Some people become part of your routine. Others become part of something much harder to explain. A feeling. A memory. A place in your heart that time does not seem to know how to reach. And maybe that is what remains. Not the number of messages. Not the number of calls. Not the years we have spent apart.

Just the quiet certainty that, despite everything life has placed between us, there is still a little piece of this friendship that neither time nor distance has managed to erase.

Some people become part of your story

I sometimes wonder why certain people cross our paths.

Why some stay for years, become woven into the ordinary parts of our lives, and then somehow become strangers. And why others appear only a handful of times, yet leave something behind that refuses to disappear. Maybe there is no satisfying explanation. Maybe some people simply arrive at the right moment. Maybe they are not meant to stay beside us forever. Maybe they are simply meant to leave something behind before life carries them somewhere else.

A memory.

A little courage.

A laugh that still makes you smile years later.

A conversation you remember more clearly than you expected.

A smile that felt genuine. Those innocent eyes that somehow made him seem both familiar and impossible to forget.

A feeling of being understood without having to explain too much. He has left all of those things in my life. And perhaps that is why three meetings never really felt like only three meetings. There were moments in between them that stayed.

The conversations.

The laughter.

The photographs.

The little things I never thought I would remember, but somehow still do.

I do not know when we will meet again. Perhaps it will be soon. Perhaps life will make us wait a little longer. Maybe there will be another unexpected visit, another coincidence, another moment when two lives that have travelled in completely different directions somehow find themselves in the same place again. I hope there will be another meeting. Another long conversation that neither of us wants to end. Another photograph we will look back on years later. Perhaps another rainy evening.

And perhaps, when we finally sit across from each other again, I will look at those familiar eyes and wonder how something so familiar could have survived so much time and distance. Maybe we will not need to talk about the years in between. We will simply talk. Because that is what we have always done. As naturally as if no time had passed at all.

Three meetings.

Over nine years between conversations.

Thousands of kilometres between us.

And still, somehow, when the conversation returns, something in me recognizes it. That familiar ease. That familiar laughter. Those familiar eyes. That feeling that some connections do not disappear simply because life stops giving them everyday space. Maybe that is all I need to know.

Some people do not have to be constantly present to remain important. Some do not need daily conversations, promises, or explanations to leave a lasting place in your life. Sometimes, three meetings are enough. Enough to create memories that time cannot erase. Enough to make you wonder what it is about one particular person that stays with you when so many others have quietly faded.

And somewhere between those three meetings, all those years, the distance, the laughter, the rain, those innocent eyes, and everything we have never said, there is a friendship I will always be grateful for. Perhaps some people are not meant to be understood. Perhaps they are simply meant to be remembered.

And if life is kind enough to give us another evening, another conversation, another moment sitting across from each other, I think I will simply be grateful for the chance to look into those familiar eyes again and say, without saying much at all: We are here again!

Why Can’t I Love Anyone Now? Maybe I’m Not Too Old, Maybe I’m Just Done Choosing Wrong.

2026-08-21T00:26:13.755+04:00

Sometimes I wonder if something in me has changed.

I meet people. I talk to people. I notice the good things about them. I can appreciate someone’s personality, their kindness, their ambition, even their appearance. But that feeling I used to have, the excitement, the butterflies, the willingness to overlook things because I wanted something to work, doesn’t come as easily anymore.

And sometimes I ask myself: “Am I too old to fall in love?” Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just tired.

Not tired of love.
Not tired of companionship.
Not tired of having someone beside me. I’m tired of choosing people who make me question whether I am enough.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that my idea of love has changed completely.

When I was younger, I probably thought love was about chemistry, attraction, excitement, late night conversations and that feeling of not being able to get someone out of your head.

Now? I think love is much quieter. It is consistency. It is emotional safety. It is someone remembering the little things. It is being able to have a terrible day and knowing there is someone who will ask, “Are you okay?” and genuinely want to know the answer.

It is not having to beg for attention. It is not constantly wondering where you stand. It is not trying to convince someone to choose you.

And perhaps that is why I cannot love people the way I used to.

My standards have changed.

I have learned how I want to be treated because I know how I treat myself.

I take care of myself.

I think about my future. I work hard. I try to be responsible. I show up for the people I love. Most importantly, I have experienced what it feels like to be cared for by my parents.

My parents have shown me a kind of love where you don't have to earn your place every morning. They worry about me. They check whether I have eaten.They want to know whether I got home safely. They celebrate my achievements. They care when I am struggling. They don't make me feel like caring about me is an inconvenience.

And maybe that has changed what I expect from a relationship. I don't expect someone to become my parent. I don't want that. But I do want someone with that same instinct to care.

Someone who notices. Someone who thinks, “How can I make this person's life a little easier?”

Because that is how I love people. And I don't think it is unreasonable to want that love in return.

There is another small thing that makes me realize how much I have changed. I have never received flowers from the men I loved. Not the flowers you see in movies. Not even a simple bunch picked up on the way home just because someone thought of me.

But I buy flowers for myself. I walk into a shop, see a beautiful bouquet and think, Why shouldn't I have them? So I buy them. I take them home. I put them somewhere I can see them. And somehow, there is something deeply symbolic about that.

I stopped waiting for someone else to do the little things I wished someone would do for me. I learned to give myself some of the tenderness I was hoping to receive from someone else. But I still hope that one day someone will walk through the door holding flowers and say, “I saw these and thought of you.” Not because I need flowers. Because I want to know what it feels like to be thought of.

That's the difference.

I don't need someone to rescue me. I want someone who genuinely wants to care for me. And there is something else I have realized about myself.

I hate small conversations.

I don't want to spend weeks exchanging “Hey,” “How are you?” “What are you doing?” and “Good night” without actually getting to know the person behind those words.

I crave depth. Tell me what keeps you awake at night. Tell me what you're building. Tell me what you believe in. Tell me about your family, your dreams, your fears and the things that changed you. Tell me something you have never told anyone. I don't need to talk all day. I need conversations that actually mean something.

And perhaps that is why inconsistent communication bothers me so much.

I'm not asking someone to be available every second. Life gets busy. People have work, responsibilities, families and their own lives. I understand that. But there is a difference between being busy and being inconsistent. One day you're deeply interested. The next day you disappear. One week you communicate constantly. The next week I barely hear from you. You make plans and then become distant. You show affection and then withdraw it. That kind of inconsistency doesn't excite me anymore.

It exhausts me.

I don't want to spend my time decoding someone's behavior. I don't want to wonder whether they are interested. I don't want to analyze why their energy suddenly changed.

If you like me, let me feel it through your consistency. Maybe that's another sign that I've grown older.

I don't confuse unpredictability with excitement anymore. For a long time, I thought having high standards meant I was being difficult. Maybe I was asking for too much. Maybe I should compromise. Maybe I should give someone a chance even when something inside me was saying, This isn't right. But I don't believe that anymore.

There is a difference between having unrealistic expectations and having healthy standards.

I don't need perfection. I don't need someone who has everything figured out. I don't need a movie like romance. I don't need someone who constantly buys me expensive things or says all the right words. I need someone emotionally mature enough to communicate.

Someone who respects me. Someone who keeps their word. Someone who doesn't disappear when things become difficult. Someone who is proud to have me in their life. Someone who doesn't make me feel like I am asking for too much simply because I want emotional security.

And maybe the biggest change is this:

I am no longer interested in potential. I used to fall in love with who someone could become. Now I pay attention to who they actually are.

Because potential doesn't communicate. Potential doesn't keep promises. Potential doesn't build a life with you.

A person does.

Maybe I am not incapable of loving anymore. Maybe I have simply stopped confusing anxiety with chemistry. Maybe I have stopped mistaking inconsistency for mystery. Maybe I have stopped thinking that someone being emotionally unavailable makes them more valuable. Maybe I have finally understood that love should not constantly leave you wondering whether you're wanted.

And yes, sometimes I still wonder whether I waited too long. Whether I became too independent. Whether I became too comfortable being alone. Whether my standards have become too high.

But then I think about it differently.

What if I am not too old?

What if I am simply old enough to know what I don't want anymore?

What if being single isn't proof that something is wrong with me?

What if I would rather wait for something healthy than rush into something familiar?

I don't want to chase love anymore. I don't want to convince someone to love me. I don't want to audition for the role of someone's partner. I want something that feels mutual. Something where both people choose each other without having to be persuaded. Something where I can finally put down the emotional armor I've spent years building.

I want someone who understands that being independent doesn't mean I don't want to be cared for. I want someone who notices when I'm tired. Someone who asks if I've eaten. Someone who remembers the things I casually mention. Someone who celebrates my small wins. Someone who brings flowers not because it's Valentine's Day, not because I asked, but simply because they were thinking about me. Someone who makes me feel like being loved isn't another responsibility I have to manage.

Because sometimes the strongest people secretly want someone to say: “You don't have to handle everything alone. I've got you.”

Maybe that's the kind of love I'm waiting for. And if it takes time, so be it. I'd rather wait for the right person than spend another year trying to make the wrong person right.

So no, maybe I can't love anyone right now. Or maybe I simply haven't met someone who makes me feel safe enough to love again. And there is a big difference between those two things.

I don't think my heart is closed.

I think it has finally learned to be selective about who gets the key.

And until then, I'll keep buying my own flowers.

Not because I have given up on love.

But because I have finally learned that I should never have to wait for someone else to prove that I am worth beautiful things.

My Last Wish, If I Die Young

2026-06-22T14:10:31.218+04:00

Before you continue reading, I want to make one thing very clear.

This is not a suicide note.

I am writing this because I have been dealing with major health issues, and facing illness has made me think about life in ways I never imagined. I sincerely hope I recover, fulfill my dreams, and spend many more years with the people I love. But life is unpredictable, and I believe there is nothing wrong with expressing my wishes while I still have the chance.

If, one day, my journey ends before I expect it to, these are the words I hope my loved ones will remember.

My biggest insecurity has never been about money, love, success, or my career.

It has always been my parents.

I am the only child in my family.

Every sacrifice they have made, every sleepless night they endured, every dream they put aside, and every ounce of unconditional love they have given has been poured into me. Everything I am today is because of them.

The thought of them having to continue life without me is the greatest fear I have ever carried.

If my life ends before theirs, my biggest wish is not to be remembered with grand ceremonies, expensive flowers, or endless tears.

My greatest wish is simply this:

Please don't let my parents suffer more than they already have.

I know losing a child is one of the greatest heartbreaks a parent can ever experience. Nothing I write can erase that pain. But if they ever read these words, I hope they know this:

Please don't stop living because of me.

Please continue to laugh.

Please continue to travel.

Please celebrate birthdays.

Please enjoy family gatherings.

Please make new memories.

Don't feel guilty for smiling again. Don't think that moving forward means you've forgotten me. Love never disappears simply because someone is no longer physically present.

If there is anything beyond this life, I hope I can watch over you with the same love and protection you gave me every single day.

My Wishes

I have a few simple wishes.

Please do not keep my body at home.

I would rather be taken directly to a funeral parlour. I don't want my parents to walk through our home for years, remembering where my body was kept. I want our home to remain a place filled with happy memories, laughter, and love, not sorrow.

If possible, please complete my funeral arrangements within 24 hours. I don't want the people I love to spend unnecessary time waiting and suffering. I hope everything can be done peacefully, respectfully, and with dignity.

Play all the songs that I loved at my funeral; I do not want anyone to cry at my funeral.

There is one more request that means a lot to me.

Please don't spend your money buying flowers for my funeral.

If you wanted to give me flowers, I hope you gave them to me while I was alive. I have already received flowers during my lifetime, and I was able to appreciate every single one of them. Once I am gone, I can no longer see them, smell them, or thank you for them.

Instead of spending money on flowers that will wither away within a few days, please use that money to do something meaningful.

Feed someone who is hungry.

Help a family in need.

Support a child's education.

Visit someone who has no one.

Be kind to a stranger.

If my passing can inspire even one act of kindness, then something beautiful will have come from my life.

To My Close Friends

I have one final favour to ask.

Please look after my parents, not only emotionally, but also practically.

I believe I have saved enough over the years to help secure their future through my investments, retirement funds, EPF, and other financial assets. If I am no longer here, please help my parents identify, access, and claim everything that belongs to them. They may not know where everything is or how to navigate the process, and your guidance would mean the world to me.

But beyond the financial matters, I ask for something even more important.

Please check on them from time to time.

Call them.

Visit them.

Spend time with them.

Celebrate special occasions with them.

Take them out for a meal once in a while.

Listen to them when they need someone to talk to.

They may never ask for help, but your presence will mean more than you can ever imagine.

If you ever wonder how to keep my memory alive, don't do it by posting my photos once a year or by bringing flowers to my grave.

The only thing I ask is that you take care of my parents.

That is the greatest tribute you could ever give me.

As long as they are loved, respected, and never left to face life alone, a part of me will continue to live through the kindness you show them.

That, more than anything else, is how I hope to be remembered.

To My Parents

There are not enough words to thank you for everything you have done for me.

Thank you for every sacrifice.

Every prayer.

Every lesson.

Every hug.

Every tear you wiped away.

Every time you believed in me when I doubted myself.

Everything good in me exists because of you.

If my journey ends before yours, please know that I leave this world knowing I was deeply loved.

And that is one of the greatest blessings anyone can ever receive.

Please don't spend the rest of your lives asking yourselves "why."

Instead, remember how much we laughed together.

Remember our trips.

Remember our conversations.

Remember the moments that made us a family.

Remember my life, not my death.

Please continue living the beautiful life you deserve.

Because if there is one thing that would hurt me more than dying, it would be knowing that my parents stopped living because I was gone.

My Final Wish

Life is precious because it is temporary. None of us knows what tomorrow will bring.

So, tell the people you love that you love them.

Forgive more easily.

Spend more time with your family.

Take the trip you've been postponing.

Be kinder than necessary.

And never assume you have another chance to say the words that matter.

This is not goodbye.

This is simply a reminder that tomorrow is never promised.

While I am still here, let me say the words that matter most.

I love you.

To my parents, thank you for giving me a life filled with unconditional love.

To my family, thank you for every memory.

To my friends, thank you for walking beside me through this journey.

And if you truly wish to honour my memory, don't buy flowers, don't build monuments, and don't make grand speeches.

Also, always remember this: "EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A GOOD REASON".

Take care of my parents.

That is the only thing you can do to keep my memory alive in your hearts.

If they smile because of something you did, if they feel supported when they need someone, if they never have to face life's hardest moments alone, then I know my life will have left something beautiful behind.

That will always be my greatest legacy.

I Saw a Mother Losing Her Unborn Child (Based on a True Story)

2026-05-21T11:10:52.069+04:00

There are some moments in life that quietly change the way you see the world forever. For me, one of those moments came through the pain of someone close to us, my friend’s younger sister, a 32 year old mother who lost her five-month-old unborn baby through a miscarriage.

She was so happy about becoming a mother. You could see it in the way she spoke, the way she smiled, and the way her family waited with excitement for the baby’s arrival. There were conversations about names, tiny clothes, future plans, and dreams that had already started living inside their hearts long before the child was born. That baby was not just growing inside her womb; it was growing inside the hopes of an entire family.

Then one day, everything changed within a single message.

I received a text from my friend saying that her sister’s water bag had been damaged and that she had been rushed to the hospital. My heart immediately sank. Something inside me felt terribly wrong. I quickly called her husband, hoping to hear that things were under control, hoping for some miracle.

But instead, I heard a broken man trying to stay strong.

With pain in his voice, he explained that the baby had already died and was still inside her womb for more than 12 hours. I still remember the silence that followed those words. It felt unreal. How could a mother carry death inside her while knowing that just hours earlier, that child was her entire world?

I could not stop thinking about her lying on that hospital bed, carrying a pain no mother should ever experience. A child she had loved for months, spoken to in silence, dreamed about every night, was suddenly gone before even seeing the world.

Later that day, I was at work trying to explain the situation to my colleagues because I wanted to leave early. I started speaking normally, trying to stay composed, but suddenly tears filled my eyes without warning. I could not continue speaking.

Because at that moment, one thought shattered me completely:

It is someone’s hope.

That baby was not “just a fetus” or “just a pregnancy.” That child was someone’s future. Someone’s first smile, they were waiting to see. Someone’s reason to keep going. A mother had already imagined holding that baby in her arms. A father had already started loving a child he never got to meet. And within a few hours, all those dreams disappeared into silence.

What hurt me the most was realizing how invisible this kind of grief can be. People often say things like, “You are still young,” or “You can have another baby.” But they do not understand that no child can replace the one that was lost. Every unborn child already has a place in a parent’s heart. Losing that life leaves behind an emptiness that words cannot heal.

Even now, I cannot forget the pain in their eyes. I cannot forget the helplessness in her husband’s voice or the image in my mind of a mother silently breaking inside a hospital room. That experience made me realize how fragile life truly is and how deep a mother’s love begins, even before birth.

Behind every miscarriage, there is more than medical reports and hospital walls. There is a story of love, dreams, prayers, and heartbreak. There is a mother who imagined a lifetime with her child and had to say goodbye before even hearing the first cry.

And sometimes, the saddest part of all is knowing that the world continues moving while someone else’s entire world has stopped.

The Question Is Not Whether Life Knocks You Down, It’s How Fast You Rise Again

2026-05-08T12:21:00.003+04:00

Life tests all of us. No matter who you are, difficult times will come. Failure, heartbreak, rejection, financial struggles, illness, and self-doubt are all part of life. The real question is not whether life will knock you down, because it will happen to everyone at some point. The real question is: How fast can you get back up and continue with enthusiasm?

Strong people are not the ones who never fail. They are the ones who keep moving forward even after falling. Every successful person has faced struggles, setbacks, and moments where they wanted to give up. What makes the difference is the decision to keep going.

Life has tested me in many ways.

After four years of being in that relationship, the marriage ended within just five months. In 2016, I got married, believing I had found the love of my life. I trusted that person deeply and imagined a future built together. It was one of the most painful phases of my life. I felt broken, confused, and emotionally drained. There were moments when I questioned everything about myself and my future.

In 2017, I faced one of the most critical health emergencies of my life, I was in the ICU for three days, unconscious, due to dengue fever with internal bleeding in my liver. I genuinely thought I might not survive. What hurt me deeply during that time was not only the illness, but also the silence from the person I believed would stand by me. Even when I was critically sick, there was no call or message. That experience taught me a painful truth about expectations, emotional dependency, and inner strength.

However, I became a manager in 2019 at the age of 28 in a UK-based consumable medical device manufacturing company that was preparing to establish its first manufacturing facility in Sri Lanka. I also traveled alone to China to gain training and hands-on experience. This was one of the first major turning points in my career. It gave me direction, confidence, and the belief that I could still succeed despite everything I was going through.

At 29, I bought my own vehicle through hard work and determination. It became a symbol of independence and self-growth.

By the age of 30, I became one of the most popular managers in my company. I was also recognized among the Top 20 Most Influential HR Leaders in Sri Lanka, which reflected my consistency and dedication.

Later, I was honored among the Top 08 HR Leaders in Sri Lanka, and I was the youngest among all eight leaders at that time. That recognition proved something important, age does not define success, determination does.

During my journey, I also experienced heartbreaking loss. In 2022, I lost one of my best friends in a tragic accident. Then in 2023, I lost another close friend due to a heart attack. Losing two important people in such a short time made me emotionally stronger, but also reminded me how fragile life truly is.

But instead of allowing these experiences to break me, I slowly started rebuilding myself. I chose growth over grief, strength over sadness, and progress over pain.

I also won a reality show and received 900,000 LKR as a prize, which became another reminder that life still rewards resilience.

In 2023, I also went through a very challenging professional experience. I had a toxic boss who had very little understanding of HR, yet was in charge of critical responsibilities. He was involved in unethical behavior within the workplace and was misusing authority while also avoiding accountability during important company audits. During audit periods, he would even disappear, leaving responsibilities unattended.

I took responsibility and managed the entire audit process successfully. The visiting team from India appreciated my work and professionalism. However, instead of recognizing the effort, my boss became insecure and started speaking negatively about me to the General Manager.

Later, I had a direct conversation with the General Manager about everything that had taken place. Shortly after, my manager attempted to terminate me based on false claims, which led me to make the decision to leave the company immediately.

I escalated the matter to the company headquarters in India, and an official investigation was conducted in Sri Lanka. In the end, the truth came out, and I won the case. The HR Director involved was ultimately terminated due to multiple violations. I was even asked to rejoin the company, but I chose not to, as I had already decided to move forward with my life in Dubai.

Every challenge I faced shaped me into a stronger and more emotionally stable person. Pain taught me strength. Loss taught me gratitude. Failure taught me wisdom. And survival taught me purpose.

One of the most important lessons I learned is that enthusiasm does not mean life is perfect. It means believing that better days are still ahead. It means waking up after disappointment and choosing to try again.

Your mindset matters more than your situation. Some people see problems as the end, while others see them as part of their journey. Success belongs to those who refuse to give up.

Every time you rise after falling, you become stronger. You build confidence in yourself. You realize that nothing in life can break you unless you allow it.

Life rewards those who keep going. Progress may be slow, and success may take time, but persistence always creates opportunities.

No matter how many times you are tested, remember this, you are not your failures, and you are not your past. You are the strength you built from every fall.

Keep going when it is hard. Keep going when nobody understands. Keep going when results are not visible yet. Because what feels like a delay today is often preparation for something greater tomorrow.

So when life knocks you down, and it will, do not stay there for too long. Feel the pain, learn the lesson, and rise again stronger than before.

Because your story is not defined by how many times you fall. It is defined by how many times you choose to rise again with enthusiasm.

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I Was Always There for Them… Until I Realized I Was Alone

2026-05-04T11:24:00.001+04:00

There was a time I was always there.

No matter the time.
No matter how I felt.
No matter what I was going through in my own life.

If someone needed me, I showed up.

I listened.
I understood.
I gave advices.
I made time, even when I had none.
I adjusted my life around people who were not even willing to adjust a moment for me.

Some of them were friends… people I thought would stay forever.
Some of them were lovers and their families… people I once called home and trusted deeply.

And I gave them all the same version of me, loyal, present, and real.

But no one really saw what it was costing me.

Sometimes it cost me my sleep.
My rest days.
My fitness routine.
My hard-earned money.
And sometimes… my peace of mind, my energy, and my valuable time.

And still, I gave more than I had.

I used to celebrate people’s achievements like they were my own.
I used to be their motivation when they felt like giving up.
I was there during their lowest moments, holding them up when they couldn’t stand on their own.

I even went out of my way to buy things for them, small gestures, just to show I was thinking about them.
I used to check on people without thinking twice. I used to care without expecting anything back.

I gave love in ways I never even received.

But life has a way of slowly showing you the truth.

When I was going through one of the hardest phases of my life, when I was diagnosed with a severe hypothyroid Stage 4 condition and needed emotional and mental support the most, only a few close friends stayed. And my parents.

That’s it.

The rest?

The same people I once gave everything to became distant, silent, or completely gone when I needed them most.

The “close friends” became strangers, didn't even bother to call me.
The “forever person” became a memory.
And the conversations that used to feel so alive… slowly disappeared.

And the people I once dropped everything for… couldn’t even give me a moment when I needed it the most.

I was the one they called when they were breaking.
I was the one who stayed awake for their problems.
But when I was falling apart… I stayed silent.

Not because I didn’t want to talk.
But because deep down, I already knew they wouldn’t show up the way I always did.

And that silence taught me a lot.

That’s when it hit me clearly.

I wasn’t being “kind.”
I was being too available.

Too available for friends who only remembered me when they needed something.
Too available for people who slowly became strangers over time.
Too available for someone who once said they cared… but didn’t stay when it mattered.
Too available for people who were comfortable receiving but not giving.

So I changed.

Not with anger.
Not with revenge.
Not with arguments or explanations.

I just… stopped.

Stopped being the first to reach out.
Stopped over-explaining my absence.
Stopped fixing things I didn’t break.
Stopped being emotionally available for people who were never really there for me.

And for the first time, I chose myself without guilt.

It wasn’t easy at all.

Because I wasn’t just losing people,
I was letting go of memories, expectations, and versions of them I once believed in.

The friend I thought would always stay.
The lover I thought would never leave.
The people I thought I could always count on.

But holding on was slowly draining me more than letting go ever could.

And then I understood something important.

Not everyone who enters your life is meant to stay in it.
Some people are temporary.
Some people are lessons.
Some people are just chapters that teach you how to value yourself better.

And somehow, in the middle of all this pain, it became an eye-opener for me.

Because I truly believe everything happens for a reason and sometimes, it happens to protect you, not break you.

What I thought was loss… was actually redirection.
What I thought was rejection… was actually protection.
What I thought was the end… was actually a new beginning where I finally started choosing myself.

And through all of this, I also learned gratitude.

Because not everyone left.

Some people stayed in ways I will never forget.

Thank you to the few who checked on me when I went silent.
To those who called just to ask if I was okay and kept me going with their words when I had no strength left. To those who took me out on rides just to distract me and make me feel alive again, even for a short while.
To those who sent flowers, messages, and small thoughtful gestures that meant more than words can explain.

A special and deepest thank you to my parents for standing by me 24/7, for taking care of me without question, and for being my strongest support system when I needed it most in my life.

To my loving boss and colleagues, thank you for your kindness, understanding, patience, and support during my healing and difficult phase. It meant more than just professional support; it meant humanity.

You all reminded me that real love, real care, and real support still exist in this world.

And one more truth I had to accept…

I did not die. I am still here and recovering faster than an average patient.

But it made me think deeply,
if I was gone, if I was no longer here… would I really be remembered the way I remember others?

I honestly don’t think so.

And that realization was painful, but it was also freeing.

Because it taught me that I was holding onto people who would not have held onto me in the same way.

Today, I’m still kind.
I still care.
I still love deeply and genuinely.

But I’m no longer available to everyone.

Because I finally understood something very simple but powerful.

Being there for others should never mean losing yourself in the process.
And the people who truly value you… will never make you feel like you are replaceable or an option.

At the end of the day, only your parents will truly remember you the way you are. Be grateful.

What Wuthering Heights (2026) Taught Me (Spoiler Alert)

2026-04-15T20:26:00.001+04:00

Some stories don’t just unfold, they consume you and the loved ones around you.

And this one… stayed with me long after the screen went black.

I didn’t walk out of Wuthering Heights (2026) feeling entertained.
I walked out feeling heavy, like I had just witnessed something deeply personal, something I wasn’t supposed to fully understand, but somehow did.

It Started Before the Story Even Began

The first thing that caught me wasn’t a scene.
It was the intro.

The title appeared slowly, crafted from what looked like the real human hair of Margaret ( Cathy) and Jacob (Heathcliff) intertwined, delicate, yet unsettling. I remember staring at it a little longer than I should have. There was something intimate about it. Almost intrusive. Hair is personal. It belongs to you.

And seeing it used that way, twisted together, inseparable, felt like a quiet warning.

This wasn’t going to be a simple love story.
This was going to be about entanglement… the kind you don’t walk away from easily.

I Noticed Her Before I Understood Her

Margaret didn’t just exist in the film, she carried emotion in silence.

Her dresses spoke before she did.

There was red loud, consuming, passionate. The kind of color that doesn’t ask for attention, it demands it. It felt like love at its most dangerous.

Then came white soft, almost innocent, but fragile. Like something that could be ruined in a second. Like trust that hasn’t yet been broken… but will be.

And then black heavy, quiet, suffocating. The kind of sadness that doesn’t need words.

I didn’t realize when it happened, but at some point, I stopped watching her story… and started feeling it.

The Acting That Made It Feel Too Real

What made Wuthering Heights (2026) even harder to watch wasn’t just the story, it was the acting.

Margaret and Jacob didn’t feel like characters.
They felt like people you’ve known… or maybe even been.

There were moments where they said so little, yet you could feel everything.

The tension in their silence,
the hesitation in their eyes,
the way they looked at each other, not always with love, but with confusion, anger, and longing all at once.

It didn’t feel scripted.
It felt lived in.

Margaret’s performance carried a quiet intensity. She held things in and that made it heavier. You could see the internal conflict without her needing to explain it.

Jacob, on the other hand, portrayed emotional impulsiveness so realistically. The way he reacted, especially when he heard only half the story didn’t feel dramatic; it felt human. Flawed, reactive, and painfully real.

And that’s what made it hit deeper.

Because their acting didn’t just show a love story,
it showed how people misunderstand each other, how they react without clarity, and how easily things fall apart because of it.

And it made me think of something very real.

Imagine going on a date, observing just a few things about the person in front of you, and deciding, “This won’t work.” Deciding you wouldn’t make a good couple… and then disappearing, ghosting after only a few hours of knowing them.

How can anyone decide that so quickly?

How can you judge someone based on fragments instead of the full picture?

And that’s exactly what Jacob did.

He didn’t stay to understand.
He didn’t wait to hear the whole truth.
He reacted to a small part of Margaret’s conversation and walked away from something that might have been completely different if he had just listened.

And maybe that’s why it feels so real.

Because it’s not just a movie moment.
It’s something that happens every day.

The Part That Broke Me: Miscommunication

One thing I couldn’t ignore was the lack of communication.

They didn’t just lose each other because of circumstances…
they lost each other because they misunderstood each other and even the energy around them.

Jacob didn’t hear the full story.
He heard half of it… and he left.

And that moment felt so real, it hurt.

Because how many times does that happen in real life?

We assume.
We react.
We walk away… without asking one more question that could have changed everything.

If they had just paused.
If they had just talked properly.
If they had chosen clarity over ego, understanding over assumption,

Maybe it wouldn’t have ended the way it did.

But they didn’t.

And that’s what made it tragic.

It Didn’t Feel Like Love, It Felt Like Losing Yourself

What stayed with me the most wasn’t the romance.

It was how easily love turned into something else.

Something controlling.
Something consuming.
Something that didn’t just affect them, but everyone around them.

And that’s when it hit me.

Some love stories don’t just hurt the people in them.
They spill over. They damage everything in their path.

The film didn’t glorify it. It exposed it.

The Hardest Truth It Showed Me

You can feel everything for someone… and still not be right for them.

That was the most painful part.

Because nothing was missing.
The connection was there. The intensity was real.

But it wasn’t healthy.
And it wasn’t sustainable.

And somehow, that makes it harder to let go.

Because you’re not walking away from something empty.
You’re walking away from something that felt like everything.

It Stayed With Me After

Even after it ended, I kept thinking about it.

About how some people come into your life and change you in ways you didn’t ask for.

How some connections feel like they’re meant to last forever… but are only meant to teach you something.

How sometimes, love isn’t supposed to save you.

Sometimes, it’s there to show you what you should never lose yourself in again.

Final Thought

Watching Wuthering Heights (2026) didn’t just feel like watching a movie.

It felt like remembering something.

Something about love.
Something about attachment.
Something about communication and how one missed real conversation can change everything.

Because not every love is meant to be gentle.
And not every love is meant to stay.

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Having a Brain and Beauty Is Nice… But You Know What’s Nicer? Manners.

2026-04-04T21:55:00.005+04:00

She walked into the room the way people do when they know they’ll be noticed.

Confident. Polished. Effortless.

Everyone turned, some because of her beauty and her revealing short dress, others because of the quiet authority she carried. She was the kind of woman people admired before they even spoke to her. Smart, successful, and striking in a way that made you look twice.

At the far end of the room, another lady sat alone.

No dramatic entrance. No heads turning. Just a calm presence, dressed simply but professionally, scrolling through her phone while waiting for the event to begin.

They couldn’t have been more different.

As the evening unfolded, conversations filled the space. The confident woman moved from group to group, speaking loud with ease, sharing her achievements, her travels, her opinions. People listened. Some were impressed. Some nodded politely.

But there was something… MISSING.

She interrupted often. Laughed a little too loudly at her own jokes. Dismissed opinions that didn’t match hers. When a waiter accidentally brushed past her, she rolled her eyes and sighed, as if the inconvenience was unbearable.

Across the room, the quieter woman finally stood up.

She smiled at the same waiter. Thanked him when he handed her a glass. When she joined a conversation, she listened more than she spoke. When she did speak, it wasn’t to impress, it was to connect. She remembered names. She asked questions. She made space for others to be heard.

No one noticed her at first. But slowly… they stayed.

One by one, people found themselves drawn to her. Conversations around her felt lighter, easier. There was no competition, no need to prove anything. Just a quiet sense of comfort.

By the end of the night, something had shifted.

The woman who walked in with all the attention, fake and noizy behaviour… was standing alone.

And the one who walked in unnoticed… was surrounded by people who didn’t want to leave her side.

In a world that often celebrates intelligence and beauty, there is something far more powerful, far more lasting, and far more attractive than both.

Manners.

Not the kind of manners that are performed for public approval, but the kind that show up quietly in how you treat people when no one is watching. The kind that makes someone feel safe, respected, and valued without you ever having to say it out loud.

This is not a lecture. It is a story of observation of small moments that reveal everything about character.

I once noticed something simple, yet deeply telling.

A person repeatedly calling someone who didn’t pick up the phone. One call would have been enough. If there is no answer, pause. People are often busy, in meetings, driving, or simply unable to respond. If it is urgent, send a message clearly stating it. Otherwise, wait.

And if it is someone you are not close to, the respectful approach is even simpler: ask first. “Is it okay if I call you?” or “When would be a good time to talk?” That small sentence carries more respect than ten missed calls.

There is also a quiet rule that many forget: time boundaries matter. Not calling people after 10:00 pm or before 08:00 am is not just etiquette, it is consideration. That is their personal time. Time to rest, to sleep, to be with their loved ones, to prepare for the next day. Respecting that space is respecting their life.

Manners understand boundaries, even the ones that are not spoken.

And sometimes, manners are not about what you do…

But what you choose not to say.

Picture this.

Someone you know walks into a room. Maybe you haven’t seen them in a while. And the first thing that comes to mind is to say,
“Oh...You’ve put on weight,”
or
“Your skin has gotten darker.”

It may sound casual to you. Harmless, even.

But you don’t know their story.

You don’t know if they’ve been dealing with stress, health issues, heartbreak, or battles they haven’t spoken about to anyone. You don’t know what they’re trying to heal from, or how hard they’ve been trying just to get through their days.

And yet, a single careless comment can stay with them far longer than you intended.

Manners pause you in that moment.

They remind you: not every thought needs to be spoken.

Instead, you choose kindness.

You say,
“It’s so good to see you,”
or
“You look well,”
or simply… you smile.

Because sometimes, the kindest thing you can do is protect someone’s peace especially when you don’t understand what they’re going through.

And then, there are the moments we share with people, over coffee, over dinner, over simple plans that quietly test our values.

Imagine you invite a friend out.

The place, the time, the plan, it was your idea.

When the bill arrives, manners don’t hesitate.

You pay.

Now imagine the opposite.

Your friend insists on paying.

Manners don’t take advantage of that either.

You don’t order the most expensive thing on the menu. You choose something simple because respect goes both ways.

And when there are more than two people at the table, manners become even more important.

You don’t sit back and let one person handle the entire bill. You offer to split. You contribute. Because not everyone will openly share their financial situation. Someone might be carrying responsibilities you know nothing about.

Even in small plans, like going to the movies there’s balance.

If one person buys the tickets or food, the other picks up the drinks or snacks. It’s not about calculating every rupee. It’s about showing up with the same energy you receive.

And then there is dating, where manners are often forgotten in the excitement of connection. A space where people often confuse gestures with expectations.

Imagine you go on a date.

He pays for the food. He makes sure you get home safely by offering a ride as a simple gesture.

Now, manners don’t turn that into entitlement. They turn it into awareness.

The next time, you offer.

Maybe it’s dinner. Maybe it’s just coffee.

Not because you fell in love.
Not because you owe him anything.

But because you understand balance.
Because you understand respect.
Because you understand manners.

As I mentioned before in my BLOG ARTICLE ABOUT A DINNER WITH A STRANGER, someday, I will offer HIM a dinner.

Not as a sign of attachment. Sometimes offering a meal is not about romance or obligation. It is simply manners and a reflection of who I am.

Manners also show up in how we handle MONEY

Imagine you borrow money from someone.

You don’t wait until they ask.
You don’t make them uncomfortable.

You return it as soon as possible, ideally before they even have to think about it.

Because asking for their own money back should never be their responsibility.

It’s yours.

Some people will never ask you for money even when they need it the most. Not because they don’t need help, but because they choose dignity. Because they would rather manage somehow than feel like a burden.

And that is exactly why you should never take advantage of people like that.

Never delay.
Never ignore.
Never use someone’s kindness as your convenience.

Because manners draw a very clear line.

You don’t use people.

And sometimes, manners show up in the smallest, most human details of everyday life.

Do not talk on the phone while you are inside a crowded lift. That space is shared, close, and temporary silence is respect for everyone inside it.

And when you are entering a crowded place, make sure you are fresh and presentable, with a pleasant smell. It is not about impressing others, it is about not making your presence uncomfortable for them.

Boundaries are another form of respect that is often overlooked. Respect for space is not only physical distance. It is emotional awareness too.

And that same principle applies in conversation.

Do not touch people without permission. Unless it is family or a close relationship, physical contact should never be assumed. A handshake, light hug or a polite greeting is enough. Even in workplaces, entering conversations without excuse or interrupting someone without acknowledgment can feel intrusive.

And speaking of workplaces, there is something many leaders forget: people deserve to eat in peace. Interrupting employees during their meals or asking them to stop eating to return to work is deeply disrespectful. A break is a basic human need, not a privilege.

Boundaries are not optional. They are respect in action.

And sometimes, manners show up in the smallest, most overlooked situations.

This is something I learned from personal experience.

Imagine you’re planning a trip with your group of friends. Everyone is excited, choosing places, planning meals, deciding what to try. But in that group, there’s one vegetarian friend.

If you don’t think about them, what happens?

You stop at places without options for them. You order food they cannot eat. You enjoy your meals… while they sit there smiling, saying “it’s okay,” pretending they are not hungry. And slowly, without anyone realizing it, they are left out.

Manners don’t let that happen.

Manners ask: “Is there something you can eat here?”
Manners make sure there is always something for everyone.
Manners include without making it complicated.

Because it is never just about food.

It is about not letting anyone feel invisible.

Because intelligence can impress.
Beauty can attract.

But manners?

Manners are in the way you respect someone’s time,
their space,
their feelings,
their effort,
their boundaries,
their presence,
and even their unspoken needs.

They are in the calls you don’t make,
the words you don’t say,
the fairness you practice,
the gestures you return,
the responsibilities you don’t run away from,
and the people you choose not to overlook.

In the end, manners are not about perfection. They are about awareness.

Awareness that other people have boundaries, emotions, responsibilities, and struggles you may never see. Awareness that respect is not loud, it is subtle, consistent, and deeply human.

And if there is anything that makes a person truly beautiful beyond intelligence or appearance, it is this:

The ability to treat people like they matter, even when there is nothing to gain.

And people will always remember how you made them feel,
not just in a room full of conversations,
but in the quiet, everyday moments where your character truly shows.

A simple reminder: if you go back to the beginning and read it again, the message becomes even clearer.

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When You Say “I Miss Him”… What Do You Really Miss?

2026-03-31T09:46:00.002+04:00

We’ve all said it at some point.

“I miss him.”

It comes quietly, sometimes unexpectedly late at night, in between distractions, or in moments when loneliness feels louder than logic. But have you ever stopped and asked yourself a harder question?

What exactly do you miss?

Do you miss the dates he never took you on?
The flowers you never received?
The doors he never opened for you?
The times he never waited until you got home safely?

Do you miss the effort that was never there?

Or are you missing something else entirely?

Because sometimes, what we call “missing someone” is not about them, it’s about the version of love we created in our own minds.

You miss the potential.
You miss the idea of what it could have been.
You miss the version of him that existed only in your expectations.

Let’s be honest.

You’re not missing the unanswered messages.
You’re not missing the inconsistent behavior.
You’re not missing the arguments that left you emotionally drained.
You’re not missing feeling like you were asking for the bare minimum.

So what is it?

You miss the familiarity.

You miss having someone, even if that someone wasn’t giving you what you truly deserved. You miss the routine of talking, the habit of caring, the illusion of connection.

Because even something that wasn’t right can still feel hard to let go of.

And that’s where it gets confusing.

Your heart holds onto memories, while your mind remembers the truth.

You start to question yourself, Was it really that bad? Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I should have tried harder.

But deep down, you know.

You know what you tolerated.
You know what you lacked.
You know how many times you felt alone while being with him.

Missing someone does not always mean they were good for you.

Sometimes it just means you’re human.

You’re used to them.
You invested in them.
You imagined a future with them.

And letting go of that version of life is not easy.

There is a popular idea once expressed by Keanu Reeves: “You are not a lover if you are not fighting for your love.”

But I see it differently now.

Because you are not being honest with yourself if you allow someone to treat you poorly in the name of love or “fighting for it.” Real love does not require you to constantly struggle to be respected, chosen, or emotionally safe.

If there is genuine love between two people, effort does not feel like a battle. It flows naturally. It is not forced, not negotiated, and not extracted through pain.

It is mutual.

When love is real, no one has to be begged into consistency. No one has to be convinced to care. No one has to be pushed to treat you right.

They do it willingly.

Because they want to.

Because you matter to them.

And the moment you find yourself fighting just to be treated well, you are no longer fighting for love, you are fighting against neglect. And maybe that is where the truth becomes uncomfortable.

Never have a partner just to please society.

A relationship is not something you enter to meet expectations, to silence questions, or to prove anything to anyone. It is something you choose with intention, with clarity, and with honesty.

Real commitment is not 50% from each person.

It is 100% from both.

It is showing up fully, not halfway, not conditionally, not when it is convenient. And that kind of commitment cannot be forced, begged for, or negotiated into existence.

It has to come naturally from within.

A partner is not your transport provider, not someone whose only role is to make life convenient. A real partner is someone who is emotionally protective, someone who respects your feelings, safeguards your peace, and stands beside you in ways that actually matter.

And maybe… that is why I am single.

Not because I couldn’t find someone,
But because I refused to settle for less than what I know I deserve.

Because once you understand your worth,
Half-love, half-effort, and half-presence no longer feel acceptable.

You don’t miss him.
You miss what you hoped he would be.

And there is a difference.

A big one.

Because once you separate the reality from the illusion, you start to see things clearly. You stop romanticizing what never truly existed. You stop questioning your decision to walk away.

And slowly, you stop missing him too.

Not because you stopped caring,
But because you finally started choosing yourself.

Because real love the kind you deserve does not make you question your worth. It shows up. It stays. It chooses you consistently.

So the next time you catch yourself saying, “I miss him,” pause for a moment.

Ask yourself again.

What do I actually miss?

And be honest with the answer. Because sometimes, the truth is not that you miss him…

You just haven’t fully let go of the story you once believed in.

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Can We Be Friends With Our Ex? Or Are We Just Holding On to What’s Gone?

2026-03-28T21:41:00.002+04:00

We’ve all asked ourselves this question at least once.

After the love fades, after the fights end, after the “goodbye” is said… what happens next?

Can two people who once shared everything really go back to being “just friends”?

The honest truth is "It Depends"

There is no one size fits all answer here.
Some people can genuinely build a healthy friendship after a breakup. Others can’t and that’s completely okay.

Because the real question isn’t “Can you be friends?”
It’s “Are you emotionally ready to be just friends?”

When Friendship Might Actually Work

Sometimes, a relationship doesn’t end because of toxicity, betrayal, or pain.
Sometimes, it simply runs its course.

In those rare situations:

Both people have accepted the breakup
There are no lingering romantic feelings
There is mutual respect and emotional maturity

Then yes… friendship is possible.

But let’s be real, this is not the common scenario.

When “Friendship” Is Just a Disguise

Most of the time, staying friends with an ex is not about friendship at all.

It’s about:

Not wanting to let go
Hoping they’ll come back
Feeling lonely without them
Being afraid to start over

You tell yourself, “We’re just friends now,” but deep inside, your heart hasn’t moved on.

And that’s where it becomes dangerous.

Because you’re not healing, you’re pausing your pain.

The Emotional Trap

Being friends with someone you once loved is not as simple as it sounds.
It looks mature on the outside… but inside, it can be one of the most confusing emotional spaces to live in.

Because the connection doesn’t just disappear.
It changes form.

You go from “my person” to “just someone I talk to,”
but your heart doesn’t always understand that transition.

You start noticing the small things again:

The way they text you differently
The delay in their replies
The shift in their tone

And suddenly, you’re overthinking everything… all over again.

Then comes the hardest part.

You watch them slowly build a life without you.

They meet someone new.
They laugh the same way they used to laugh with you.
They create memories that were once yours to have.

And you sit there… pretending it doesn’t hurt.

Sometimes, you’ll find yourself holding back words like:
“I miss you.”
“I wish things were different.”
“Why wasn’t I enough?”

But you don’t say them.
Because you agreed to be “just friends.”

That’s the trap.

You’re close enough to feel everything…
but not close enough to say anything.

You become their comfort, but not their choice.
Their listener, but not their priority.
Their past… but never their future.

And the worst part?

You start accepting less than what you once had,
just to keep them in your life in some form.

That’s not healing.
That’s emotional self-betrayal.

Real healing begins when you allow distance to do its job.
When you stop checking their messages.
When you stop holding on to what used to be.

Because sometimes, staying friends doesn’t mean you’re strong…

Sometimes, it just means you haven’t let go yet.

What About Cheating? Can You Still Be Friends?

If the relationship ended because of cheating, friendship becomes even more complicated.

For the person who was hurt, the trust is broken.
For the person who cheated, the guilt never fully disappears.

Even if forgiveness happens, the past doesn’t just fade away.

You can try to be normal again… but something always feels different.
And that difference quietly stands between you, no matter how much you try to ignore it.

A friendship built on betrayal will always carry an invisible weight. It may look the same on the surface, same conversations, same laughter but underneath, something has shifted forever. Trust, once cracked, never quite fits back the way it used to.

I will never be friends with someone who has cheated me. Not out of anger, but out of understanding. Because betrayal doesn’t just break a moment it quietly rewrites everything that came before it. It turns memories into questions and closeness into caution.

People who betray you teach you something important, even if the lesson hurts: not everyone deserves access to your heart. And once that line is crossed, no amount of apologies can erase the feeling of doubt that lingers in silence.

There was a time I loved someone deeply for over 4 years, someone I once believed was the love of my life. While I was loyal, he chose betrayal. He went behind my back, built something with someone else, and eventually married another woman. That chapter ended the moment respect disappeared, and I never looked back.

Years later, I saw him again at a wedding in 2023. For a moment, it felt like time paused but people don’t remain the same. He couldn’t even look at me. Not once. And maybe that silence said everything.

Because I remembered who I used to be in that relationship, someone who was held back. Someone who was told not to grow. He didn’t want me to get my driver’s license because he didn’t have one. He didn’t want me to step into spaces like the gym because his insecurities were louder than my potential.

But that day, I walked in as someone else.

I was in the best shape of my life. I had built myself up mentally, physically, and independently. I had my own vehicle, my own direction, my own strength. Everything I was once discouraged from becoming, I became anyway.

He stayed for less than ten minutes… and then he left.

Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was a realization. Or maybe it was the quiet understanding that I had outgrown a version of my life that once tried to shrink me.

And in that moment, I didn’t feel anger. I didn’t feel pain.

I felt closure.

Some distances are not created by time or space, but by broken trust. And I have learned that peace comes not from holding on, but from letting go of those who made loyalty feel uncertain.

My Personal Take on This

My recommendation is simple:

It is okay to separate and even maintain a distant, respectful connection but never let it interfere with your future.

For me, if I am in a new relationship, I would never stay in touch with my ex-boyfriends the way I used to.
That chapter is closed.

Not because of anger.
Not because of hate.
But because I refuse to be unfair to the person who is choosing to love me now.

I might wish my ex on his birthday.
I might acknowledge his achievements from a distance.

But I would never:

Constantly text
Rebuild emotional closeness
Or meet him alone in person

Because that crosses a line.

And when you truly respect your new relationship, you don’t leave doors half open from your past.

Respecting Your Present Matters More Than Holding Onto Your Past

A new relationship deserves a clean space.
Not one filled with comparisons, memories, or emotional leftovers.

Staying “friends” with an ex should never come at the cost of your partner’s peace of mind.

Because love is not just about feelings,
it’s about respect, boundaries, and emotional loyalty.

So… Can You Be Friends With Your Ex?

Yes, but only if:

There are no unresolved feelings
There is no emotional attachment
There is no betrayal that still lingers
It does not affect your present or future relationships

If it does… then it’s no longer friendship.
It’s unfinished business.

Final Thoughts

Some people come into your life as a lesson, not forever.

And sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is not to keep them close…
but to let them go with respect and distance.

Because not every connection is meant to continue,
some are meant to end, so you can finally begin again.

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You Are There for Everyone… But Who Will Be There for You?

2026-03-26T11:20:00.001+04:00

There’s a certain kind of person in this world, the one everyone calls first.

The one who listens without interrupting,
who shows up without being asked twice,
who carries other people’s pain like it’s their own.

Maybe that person is you.

You are there when someone is heartbroken.
You are there when someone is confused about life.
You are there when someone needs advice, support, or just silence with understanding.

You become their safe place.
Their comfort zone.
Their emotional home.

But tell me this…

When it’s your turn to fall apart, who do you run to?

The Invisible Weight You Carry

Being “the strong one” is exhausting.

People assume you don’t need help
just because you’ve mastered the art of hiding your own struggles.

They see your strength,
but not your silent battles.

They hear your advice,
but never ask about your pain.

And slowly, you start realizing something painful:

You are surrounded by people… yet you feel alone.

Never Expect Anything From Anyone

This is one of the hardest lessons life will teach you.

Never expect anything from anyone.

Not because people are bad,
but because expectations often lead to silent disappointments.

The more you expect,
the more it hurts when people don’t show up the way you imagined.

Learn to give without expecting.
Learn to love without depending.
Learn to stand without waiting.

Because peace begins the moment expectations end.

Not Everyone Stays When You Need Them

Life has a strange way of revealing people.

The same people you stood by, cried with, fought for… may not always show up when your world is collapsing.

Not because you didn’t deserve it
but because not everyone has the depth you have.

And that realization hurts.

It changes you.

It teaches you to give less,
to expect less,
to protect your energy a little more each time.

The Ones Who Truly Stay

But in the middle of all that disappointment, There are a few…

A very few.

Your parents
who may not always understand your struggles fully,
but will still stand beside you no matter what.

And those rare friends
the ones who don’t just listen,
but feel your silence.

The ones who notice when your “I’m okay” sounds different.

The ones who don’t disappear when things get heavy.

They don’t come in large numbers.
They never do.

But they are enough.

A Quiet Truth You Must Accept

You were never meant to be everything for everyone.

You were never meant to pour endlessly into people
who only show up when they need something.

It’s okay to step back.
It’s okay to choose yourself.
It’s okay to stop being available all the time.

Because even the strongest hearts need rest.

So, Who Will Be There for You?

Not the crowd.
Not the temporary people.
Not the ones who only remember you when they need you.

Just a few.

Your parents.
And those one or two friends who truly see you.

And most importantly

You.

Because at the end of the day,
the most important person who needs to show up for you…

is yourself.

Final Thought

Be kind. Be supportive. Be present.

But don’t lose yourself in the process of being everything for everyone.

Because you deserve the same love,
the same effort,
and the same presence…

that you so easily give to others.

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The Partner You Choose Is a Reflection of Yourself

2026-03-24T11:33:00.003+04:00

We don’t like to admit this.

It’s easier to say, “I just had bad luck.”
Easier to blame timing, circumstances… or the other person.

But the truth is, the partner you choose often says more about you than it does about them.

Think about it.

The way they treat you…
what you tolerate…
what you ignore…
what you chase…

None of that is random. It comes from how you see yourself.

When you don’t fully value yourself, you end up choosing people who don’t value you either. Not because you deserve less, but because, deep down, that’s what feels familiar.

You accept the bare minimum effort and call it love.

You ignore red flags and call it understanding.

You stay longer than you should and call it loyalty.

And the hardest part?

You don’t even realize you’re doing it. Because you’re not just choosing them…

You’re choosing what you believe you deserve.

Let me ask you something....

How many times did you think you were blindly in love with your first partner, ignoring every red flag, only to realize the truth after you finally walked away?

That quiet feeling…
that something wasn’t right,
that you were giving more than you were receiving

You felt it.

But you convinced yourself it was love.
You told yourself to be patient.
You believed things would change.

I’ve seen it in my own life.

Choosing people who couldn’t love me the way I needed,
hoping that they would change someday.
Holding on to potential instead of reality.
Trying to prove my worth to someone who never questioned losing me.

And every time it ended,
I asked, “Why does this keep happening to me?”

But the real question was“Why do I keep choosing this?”

That’s when everything changed. Because healing isn’t just about moving on from someone else…

It’s about understanding yourself.

Your patterns.
Your fears.
Your standards.

When you start working on yourself,
Your choices change.

You stop chasing people who confuse you.
You stop settling for half-love.
You stop trying to fix people who don’t want to grow.

Because you finally realize

You don’t attract what you want.

You attract what you are willing to accept.

And when your self-worth increases,
your tolerance for less decreases.

Suddenly, things that once felt normal… feel unacceptable.

The bare minimum no longer impresses you.

The looks no longer attract you.

The inconsistency no longer excites you.
The confusion no longer feels like love.

You start choosing differently.

Not from a place of loneliness…
but from a place of self-respect.

The right partner isn’t someone you chase.

It’s someone who aligns with the version of you
You’ve worked so hard to become.

So if you find yourself in the same cycle again and again… Don’t just look at who you’re choosing. Look at why you’re choosing them.

Because the moment you choose yourself, your standards, your peace, your growth

Everything else begins to change.

Your partner is not just someone you fall in love with. They are a mirror. And when you finally become the person who knows their worth…

You’ll stop settling for reflections that don’t match it.

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"Everything Happens for a Good Reason" Even When It Doesn’t Feel Like It

2026-03-23T21:13:00.000+04:00

There was a time in my life when I hated this sentence.

“Everything happens for a good reason.”

It sounded like something people say
when they don’t know what else to say.
Like a way to make pain sound pretty.

Because when you’re in the middle of heartbreak, loss, confusion…
nothing about it feels good.

It just feels unfair.

I’ve had moments where things didn’t work out
no matter how badly I wanted them to.

People I thought would stay… cheated and left.
Plans I was sure about… fell apart.
Situations I prayed for… slipped through my hands.

And every time, I asked the same question“Why?”

But life doesn’t always give you answers immediately. Sometimes… it gives you distance first. And with time, something strange happens.

You start seeing things differently.

You realize that the person who left
was also the one who was holding you back.

The plan that failed
was leading you somewhere you didn’t belong.

The situation that broke you
was the one that forced you to rebuild yourself stronger.

Not everything that hurts is meant to destroy you.

Some things are meant to redirect you.

Looking back, I’ve realized

The things I cried about the most
were the same things that saved me.

Saved me from settling.
Saved me from choosing the wrong people.
Saved me from a life that wasn’t meant for me.

It didn’t feel like a “good reason” at the time.

It felt like loss.

Like rejection.
Like failure.

But sometimes…

Rejection is protection.

We don’t always understand life while we’re living it.

We understand it when we look back.

When the dots finally connect.
When the pain makes sense.
When we see how far we’ve come because of what we went through.

So if you’re in a place right now where nothing makes sense…

If something ended, broke, or didn’t go the way you planned,

You don’t have to force yourself to believe
that it’s happening for a good reason.

Just trust this:

One day, it will make sense.

Because life has a way of removing what’s not meant for you…
even when you’re not ready to let it go.

And maybe that’s what “everything happens for a good reason” really means.

Not that everything is good…

But everything is leading you somewhere better.

So hold on.

Even to the broken parts.
Even to the unanswered questions.

Because one day, you’ll look back at this moment and realize

It didn’t ruin you.
It redirected you.

Based on a True Story: A Decade Later....

2026-03-21T21:23:00.003+04:00

I am writing this after 10 years of the incident.

A story that is mine, real, raw, and painful but also full of lessons.

I once believed that love was enough.

The kind of love that forgives everything.

The kind of love that waits, that understands, that stays.

I was in love with him for almost four years.

We got married… but the marriage lasted only five months.

In total, it was six years of my life.

Six years in my twenties, what people call the “golden years.”

Six years of loving one person, choosing one person, believing in one person.

And yes… sometimes I sit and think,

“I gave so much of my life to this.”

But even then, I don’t regret it.

Because some experiences don’t come to stay forever.

They come to teach you what forever should never feel like.

I come from Sri Lanka, where family means everything. Where marriage is not just between two people, but between two families.

I walked into that marriage with a full heart.

I was ready to love them.

Ready to respect them.

Ready to adjust, to understand, to belong.

I didn’t go there to fight.

I went there to build a home.

But if I’m being honest, there were signs even before the wedding.

And deep down… I saw them.

Before the Wedding

There were red flags.

Not loud ones. Not obvious ones. But the kind that quietly sit in your chest and make you uncomfortable.

Moments where something didn’t feel right.

Words that stayed longer than they should.

Silences that felt heavy.

I almost walked away.

I really did.

But it was just two weeks before the wedding. Invitations were already given. Plans were already made for the grand wedding. People were already talking.

And that’s when they came to me. My mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. They didn’t want me to cancel. They told me it was too late. They asked me to think about everything that was already done.

“He will change after the marriage,” they said.

“It will get better,” they said.

“If anything happens, I will be there for you,” my mother-in-law promised.

And I believed them.

Because when you love someone, you want to believe the best version of their story.

There was another thing too.

I was born a Buddhist.

But I was told I couldn’t get married in a church unless I converted. So I did.

I learned the Bible. Got baptised.

I changed my religion.

I became Catholic before the wedding.

At that time, I called it love.

Now… I understand it was something I was pushed into.

A part of me adjusted.

A part of me stayed quiet.

And a part of me… slowly disappeared.

After the Marriage

Nothing changed.

If anything, everything became clearer.

There was a day my mother-in-law told me something that stayed with me like a scar.

She said her son loved me because I was slim…

and that he didn’t love me anymore because I had gained weight.

It broke something inside me.

Not because I believed her,

but because I started questioning myself.

At the same time, I wasn’t even allowed to take care of myself. I wanted to go to the gym. I wanted to feel strong again. I wanted to feel like me again.

But I was stopped by my beloved husband.

Because of insecurity.

Because of control.

So I was blamed for something I wasn’t even allowed to fix.

And slowly…

I started shrinking at the age of 24.

Not physically but emotionally.

The Things I Felt But Never Said

I noticed things.

The comparisons.

The small comments.

The way I was made to feel less.

And sometimes… I felt like the problem wasn’t really me.

My mother-in-law had a daughter who was older than me and not married yet. And I couldn’t ignore the feeling that maybe some of the negativity came from there.

Maybe it was a comparison.

Maybe it was unspoken pressure.

Maybe it was something deeper.

I don’t know.

But I felt it.

And when you feel something again and again,

It’s not just in your head.

The Moment That Broke Me

One day, I refused to eat chicken that my mother-in-law had cooked.

Not out of disrespect.

Not out of attitude.

But because I have been a vegetarian since 2004. Everyone knew that.

But that day… my “no” was not accepted.

I was hurt by my husband in front of his own family.

And what broke me the most was not just what happened, It was what didn’t happen.

No one stopped him.

No one raised their voice.
No one said, “This is wrong.”

My mother-in-law watched.

My sister-in-law watched.

The same people who once told me,

“We will be there for you,”
stood there in silence.

And in that moment…

Everything became clear.

Sometimes, people ask you to stay not because it’s right for you,

but because it’s easier for them.

What Changed Inside Me

I stopped asking,

“Why am I not treated like a daughter?”

And I started understanding,

“This is not about love. This is about control, silence, and expectations.”

Something inside me shifted.

I stopped trying to be enough for people who had already decided I wasn’t.

I stopped believing promises that had no actions behind them.

I stopped thinking patience means accepting pain.

And slowly…

I started choosing myself.

Lessons I Carry With Me

1. Love alone is never enough

Love without respect and proper communication, without safety, without support, will only break you.

2. Red flags are not confusion, they are clarity

If something feels wrong before marriage, it usually is.

3. Never let pressure decide your life

Even if everything is planned… You still have the right to walk away.

4. Never change your identity for acceptance

Love should never require you to become someone else.

5. Words can quietly destroy you

Be careful what you allow yourself to hear again and again.

6. Silence is powerful and dangerous

When people stay silent during your pain, they are choosing a side.

7. Your safety is not negotiable

No relationship is worth your fear.

8. Choosing yourself is the bravest thing you will ever do

It doesn’t feel strong in the moment.

But one day, you’ll realize it saved you.

Ending....

Yes… I gave six years of my life to one relationship.

Six years of love.

Six years of hope.

Six years of believing it would work.

Years I can never get back.

But I don’t regret it.

Because those six years didn’t just take from me.

They built me.

They taught me what love should never feel like.

They showed me my strength when I thought I had none.

They made me understand the value of peace, respect, and self-worth.

Sometimes, what feels like wasted time…It

is actually your awakening.

I loved deeply.

I stayed longer than I should have.

I believed more than I was given.

But when the truth became too loud to ignore, I chose myself.

And that…It was the beginning of my real life.

Because in the end,

you are not here to lose yourself in love.

You are here to find yourself,

even if it takes breaking first.

Their Storm is Theirs, Your Peace is Yours...

2026-03-20T20:29:00.001+04:00

We all meet people who frustrate us. Some do things we don’t expect, some say things that hurt or irritate us, and some keep repeating the same patterns. At first, it feels personal, like their behavior is a reflection of us. We get upset, we overthink, we feel small. But here’s the truth: you can’t control other people. You can’t change them. You can only try to understand them.

I remember a friend who often canceled plans at the last minute. At first, I felt disappointed, and even a little rejected. I would replay the situation in my mind, questioning myself. But then I started to notice her pattern. She wasn’t being careless or cruel, she was just overwhelmed and needed more space than I did. Once I understood that, my anger melted away. I stopped taking it personally. It didn’t hurt me anymore, it just was what it was.

Even dating follows the same rule. If someone ghosts you after a date, it’s easy to feel hurt, rejected, or angry. But maybe they didn’t know how to say no politely. Maybe they stopped talking because they didn’t want to hurt you or admit that you weren’t the right match. Their silence doesn’t reflect your worth, it reflects their limitations. Once you see it as a pattern, the pain eases, and your self-respect stays intact.

Understanding patterns doesn’t mean you accept bad behavior, it means you protect your heart. People will act according to their habits, fears, and personalities. Your peace doesn’t have to depend on them.

Think of it like the weather. You can’t stop the rain, but you can carry an umbrella, put on a jacket, or even dance in it. People’s behavior is like the weather, they’re beyond your control. But how you respond? That’s yours.

So next time someone frustrates, disappoints, or ghosts you, pause. Ask yourself: Is this about me, or is it just their pattern? Most of the time, it’s the latter. And when you truly feel that, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your heart feels lighter. You feel free.

You can’t change people. But you can understand them.

And when you do, you’ll find a quiet strength in your chest,

A soft whisper reminding you:

"Their storm is theirs to weather.
Your peace is yours to keep."

I Was Always Strong… Until Life Asked Me to Rest

2026-03-20T09:05:00.001+04:00

I used to think life was all about moving forward all the time.

Work harder. Do more. Never stop.

Even when I was tired, even when my mind felt heavy, I kept telling myself, “Just push a little more.”

One day, I realized something.

I wasn’t tired because I was lazy.
I was tired because I never gave myself a break.

It reminded me of a simple example, Imagine you’re using your phone all day without charging it. You keep watching videos, replying to messages, scrolling… At some point, the battery dies.

Not because the phone is bad.
But it needed a pause to recharge.

We are the same.

Since the day I started my career back in 2010, I have been working nonstop. I never really took a long vacation. There was always something to do, something to achieve, something to handle.

For 13 years, I just kept going.

Then one day, I made a big decision. I quit my job at Sheraton Colombo and moved to Dubai.

And that’s when something changed. For the first time, I slowed down.

I started traveling alone.
I explored the city.
I did things just for myself.
I started enjoying life in a way I never allowed myself to before.

And honestly… it felt strange at first.

I felt like I was wasting time.
Like I should be doing something “productive.”

But slowly, I understood something important.

That pause… was necessary.

And then, life gave me another example.

Recently, on 14th February 2026, I came back for my graduation. I thought I would enjoy a simple 2 week vacation.

But life had other plans.

I was diagnosed with a health issue, and everything suddenly slowed down. I had no choice but to rest.

Today is 20th March, and I am still at home, doing almost nothing.

From someone who used to work from 8:30 AM to 7:00 PM every weekday…
From someone who went to the gym for 2 hours, 4 –5 days a week…

This feels like a completely different life.

At first, it was frustrating.

I missed my routine.
I missed being active.
I missed feeling “productive.”

But now, I’m learning to accept it.

Because sometimes, life forces you to pause when you refuse to do it yourself.

I’ve always been a very independent person. I don’t usually ask for help. I handle things on my own, no matter how hard it gets.

But this time was different.

And I’m truly grateful. Grateful for my employer, my boss, and my colleagues for standing by me and supporting me during this difficult time. Grateful for my parents, who have been taking care of me and being there every single day. And especially grateful for my best friends for helping me stay strong mentally, for checking on me, and for making sure I don’t feel alone.

Because sometimes, strength is not about doing everything alone.

Sometimes, it’s about allowing people to be there for you.

Also, please don’t take this as attention-seeking. I’m just writing this as a hobby because I’m so bored at home… just trying to pass the time in a meaningful way.

And maybe this is what I needed to understand all along, You can’t always be in “go mode.”

Sometimes, you need to stop.
To heal.
To rest.
To just exist without pressure.

And that’s okay.

But here’s the important part…

Don’t get too comfortable during that break.

Because a break is not where you stay forever.
It’s just a phase to help you recover and come back stronger.

So now, I remind myself:

It’s okay to pause.
It’s okay to rest.
It’s okay to take a step back when life feels too much.

Even if it lasts longer than you expected.

Just don’t forget…

This is not the end.
This is just a pause.

And one day, when you’re ready, you will move again.

Stronger. Slower. Wiser.

And this time… with balance.

Lack of Communication in Dating Is a Red Flag

2026-03-18T22:04:00.001+04:00

A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend about dating, and she said something that stayed with me.

"Sometimes the biggest red flag is not what someone says… it's what they don’t say."

And honestly, that is very true.

When you start dating someone, communication is one of the simplest things in the world. It doesn’t mean you have to text each other every five minutes. Everyone has work, responsibilities, and their own lives. But communication shows effort. It shows interest. It shows respect.

Let me give you a simple example.

Imagine you are talking to someone regularly. You text during the day, share small updates, maybe even plan to meet soon. Then one day you send a message and suddenly… silence.

You check your phone after a few hours.

Nothing.

Maybe they are busy, you tell yourself.

But then 12 hours pass.

Still nothing.

Now your mind starts creating stories.

Did I say something wrong?
Did they lose interest?
Are they ignoring me?

The truth is, it only takes a few seconds to send a simple message like:

"Hey, I’m busy today. I’ll text you later."

That’s it. That’s communication.

When someone cannot even do that, it creates confusion for the other person. It leaves them wondering where they stand.

Another common situation happens after a date. Sometimes people go on a date and realize they are not interested. And that is completely okay. Not every connection will turn into something serious.

But disappearing without saying anything is not the right way to handle it.

It is actually very decent to send a simple message like:

"I enjoyed meeting you, but I don’t think we are the right match."

It might feel uncomfortable for a moment, but it shows maturity and respect. More importantly, you are not wasting someone’s time or leaving them confused.

Ghosting someone is easy, but clear communication is far more respectful.

Another example is when someone only talks to you when it is convenient for them. Maybe they disappear the whole day and suddenly text late at night as if nothing happened. Or they reply the next day with a simple “hey” and no explanation.

That pattern slowly drains you.

You start waiting for messages. You start overthinking small things. Instead of enjoying the connection, you are trying to understand mixed signals.

Dating should not feel like solving a mystery.

Healthy communication feels very different. When someone is genuinely interested, they keep the conversation alive. They respond when they can. If they are busy, they say so. If they are not interested, they say that too.

It is not about constant texting.

It is about basic respect.

Yes, sometimes people get busy. Sometimes they forget to reply. Life happens. But when someone repeatedly disappears, ignores messages, or ghosts you for long periods without explanation, it is not just a small mistake.

It is a pattern.

And patterns matter.

One of the biggest mistakes people make in dating is ignoring these small red flags in the beginning. We make excuses for people because we like them. We tell ourselves they will change.

But the truth is simple.

If someone cannot communicate in the early stages of dating, when everything is supposed to be exciting and new, it usually does not get better later.

The right person will not leave you staring at your phone, wondering why they disappeared.

Because when someone truly values you, communication is not difficult.

It comes naturally.

Your Naked Body Should Only Belong to Those Who Fall in Love with Your Naked Soul

2026-03-17T09:49:00.000+04:00

We live in a world where access is easy, attention is cheap, and intimacy is often mistaken for connection. Somewhere between late-night conversations and fleeting attractions, the meaning of vulnerability has been diluted. But here’s the truth most people avoid saying out loud:

Your naked body should only belong to those who have first fallen in love with your naked soul.

Because physical intimacy without emotional depth is just proximity. It looks like closeness, but it rarely feels like it.

Your “naked soul” is everything you don’t show the world easily. It’s your fears, your past, your healing, your growth. It’s the way you overthink at 2 a.m., the way you love deeply but cautiously, the silent battles you’ve fought and survived. It’s your truth unfiltered, unpolished, and real.

And not everyone deserves access to that.

Too often, people are willing to explore your body before they’ve even tried to understand your mind. They’ll admire your appearance but ignore your depth. They’ll crave your presence but avoid your truth. And if you allow that, you end up feeling seen physically but invisible emotionally.

That’s where the emptiness comes from.

Real intimacy is layered. It’s when someone is patient enough to learn your thoughts, gentle enough to respect your boundaries, and mature enough to handle your vulnerability. It’s when they don’t just want to touch your body, they want to understand your silence, your words, your energy.

Because anyone can be attracted to your body.
But it takes intention, emotional intelligence, and genuine care to fall in love with your soul.

This isn’t about being perfect or “pure.” It’s about being intentional. It’s about choosing depth over convenience. It’s about recognizing that your body is not something to offer in exchange for temporary validation or attention.

It’s something to share with the right person, at the right time, for the right reasons.

When someone truly connects with your soul, everything else follows naturally. There’s no pressure, no confusion, no guessing games. There’s respect. There’s clarity. There’s emotional safety.

And that changes everything.

So don’t rush it. Don’t lower your standards just because the world tells you to be more “open” or “easygoing.” Not everyone who shows interest deserves access. Not everyone who compliments you understands you.

Wait for the one who listens.
Wait for the one who stays.
Wait for the one who sees you completely.

Because your body is valuable.
But your soul? That’s rare.

And the right person will know the difference.

Why I Haven’t Dated Anyone in Almost Two Years

2026-03-16T23:02:00.001+04:00

Sometimes people ask me a question with a little curiosity in their voice.

"You haven’t dated anyone in almost two years?"

Some ask it gently.
Some ask it like something must be wrong.
And some ask it like it’s impossible.

But the truth is simple.

There are reasons.

And they are not sad reasons. They are honest ones.

1. I Refused to Settle Just to Fill a Space

At some point in life, you stop dating just because you feel lonely on a random evening. You stop talking to people just because everyone else seems to be doing it.

I realized that I would rather enjoy my own company than force a connection with someone who doesn’t truly understand me.

Being single is not a problem that needs to be solved quickly.

2. Healing Takes Time

Not every relationship ends cleanly. Some leave questions, memories, and emotions that need time to settle.

For me, the last two years were about understanding myself again.

Learning what I want.
Learning what I deserve.
And more importantly, learning what I will never tolerate again.

Rushing into something new just to forget the past rarely works.

3. I Saw Too Many Red Flags

It’s not that no one tried to impress me.

Some did.

But while they were trying to impress me, I was quietly observing. And I noticed things that didn’t feel right.

Disrespectful jokes.
Inconsistent communication.
Egos that were louder than their character.
Emotional immaturity.
Being too rich.

Those are small signs that later become big problems.

I have learned that ignoring red flags in the beginning only leads to regret later.

4. I Will Never Settle for an Immature Man

This is something I am very clear about.

I will never settle for an immature man just because he is available.

I would rather wait for a gentleman, someone who knows how to communicate, respects people, keeps his word, and carries himself with maturity.

I’m not interested in dating random men just to say I’m in a relationship.

If it’s not meaningful, it’s not for me.

5. My Life Didn’t Stop Just Because I Was Single

In the past two years, life has been moving.

I focused on my work.
I built new routines.
I spent time with friends.
I traveled.
I went to the gym.
I created content.
And most importantly, I healed in ways that people don’t always see.

A relationship should add to your life, not become the only thing happening in it.

6. Peace Became More Important Than Attention

Dating today sometimes feels like a lot of noise.

Constant texting.
Mixed signals.
People who are interested today and disappear tomorrow.

At some point, I asked myself a simple question:

"Does this bring peace to my life?"

If the answer is no, I simply walk away.

Peace is something I worked hard to build. I won’t trade it for temporary attention.

7. And No, It’s Not Because I Don’t Like Men

Some people even joke and ask if I became a lesbian because I haven’t dated anyone in two years.

The answer is simple: no.

I still believe in love, in men, and in genuine connections.

But believing in love doesn’t mean accepting the wrong people.

Two years without dating isn’t a failure.

Sometimes it simply means you are being careful with your heart.

And honestly?

I would rather wait for a real gentleman than rush into something with someone who isn’t ready to be one.

Because the right person will never make you feel like waiting was a mistake.

Living with Your Parents as an Adult

2026-03-16T22:35:00.000+04:00

Living with your parents as an adult is a strange mix of emotions. On one side, I feel incredibly grateful. On the other hand, living under the same roof again isn’t always easy.

When we are children, our parents’ home is simply home. It is where everything feels familiar and safe. It is the place where someone worries if you have eaten, reminds you to rest, and waits for you to come back home safely.

But when you return as an adult, the experience feels different.

You are no longer the same person who once lived there. You have lived independently, made your own decisions, managed your own responsibilities, and built your own routines. Then suddenly, you find yourself back in the same house where you once needed permission to step out.

That transition can feel strange.

The gratitude is real. Having parents who are always willing to open their home for you is a blessing that not everyone has. Knowing that there is always a place where you belong gives a certain kind of emotional security that is hard to describe. But gratitude does not erase the challenges.

Sometimes living with your parents again can feel like stepping back into a version of yourself that you have already outgrown. They may still see you as the child they raised, while you see yourself as the adult you have become. Small things, routines, privacy, personal space, and freedom can suddenly become adjustments for everyone involved.

It’s not about a lack of love. It is simply about two generations trying to share the same space again after living life in different ways.

However, there was a moment that reminded me why home will always be special.

Recently, when I got sick, I truly realized something important: there is no place like home. No matter how independent you become, there is a different kind of comfort when your parents are around. The way they check on you, feed you, worry about you, and make sure you are okay is something that cannot be replaced.

In that moment, I felt truly grateful for my parents and the way they take care of me. Their love shows up in the simplest ways, making sure you eat, asking if you are feeling better, or just being there.

Living with your parents as an adult can feel strange at times. It can be a mixture of gratitude and frustration, comfort and adjustment, independence and belonging.

But it also reminds you of something important: home is not just a place. It is the people who care for you in ways the world never can.

And for that, I will always be grateful.

What Severe Hypothyroidism Did to My Body in Just a Few Weeks (A Personal Experience)

2026-03-15T11:51:00.000+04:00

I have always been a disciplined person when it comes to my health.

For years, my routine rarely changed. I went to the gym 5 - 6 days a week, kept my calorie intake around 1,500 calories per day, drank at least four liters of water daily, and followed an 85% vegetarian diet while ensuring I consumed around 80 grams of protein every day.

Fitness and health were not temporary goals for me, they were a lifestyle.

Yet despite doing almost everything “right,” my body suddenly began to change in ways I could not explain.

On 16th February, I was diagnosed with severe Hypothyroidism (stage 4) a condition where the thyroid gland fails to produce enough thyroid hormones. In my case, the gland had almost completely stopped producing the hormone thyroxine, which is essential for regulating metabolism.

Looking back, what happened to my body over those weeks was shocking.

Rapid and Unexplained Weight Gain

The first major sign was my weight.

Within just six weeks, I gained 14.5 kilograms.

This was not typical weight gain. It happened while I was still following my disciplined lifestyle, controlled calories, high protein intake, regular exercise, and adequate hydration. It felt like my body had suddenly slowed down in every possible way.

My entire body became swollen, almost as if I was retaining water everywhere. The swelling was not limited to one part of my body, it was visible in my face, arms, stomach, and especially my legs.

Many people believe weight gain always comes from eating habits or lack of exercise. But thyroid hormones are responsible for controlling metabolism, and when they drop drastically, the body’s ability to burn energy slows down dramatically.

Severe Leg Swelling and Difficulty Walking

One of the most physically challenging symptoms I experienced was severe swelling in my legs.

At one point, walking became extremely difficult because my leg was so swollen. Simple movements that used to feel effortless suddenly required effort. Ironically, this happened during a time when I was traveling from Dubai to Colombo, which meant long hours at airports and quite a lot of walking.

Looking back, I feel grateful for something I had built over the years my leg strength from regular gym training. Because I had spent years lifting weights and strengthening my legs, my muscles were strong enough to help me cope with the swelling and physical strain. Without that strength, traveling during that time would have been far more difficult.

It reminded me that the effort we invest in our health today can support us in unexpected ways later in life.

My Body Stopped Sweating

Another strange symptom I noticed was that I stopped sweating completely.

Even during workouts or warm weather, my body did not sweat the way it normally would. Thyroid hormones play a critical role in regulating body temperature and metabolic activity.

When hormone levels fall too low, the body’s systems begin to slow down including its ability to regulate temperature.

Cholesterol Increased Despite a Healthy Diet

During my diagnosis, I also discovered that my cholesterol level had risen to 226. This was surprising because my diet had always been mostly vegetarian and balanced.

However, thyroid hormones are also involved in fat metabolism. When thyroid hormone levels drop, the body struggles to process cholesterol efficiently. As a result, cholesterol levels can rise even in people who follow healthy eating habits.

Other Symptoms That Often Come With Severe Hypothyroidism

Through my own experience and research, I learned that hypothyroidism can cause a wide range of symptoms. Some of the most common ones include:

Persistent fatigue and low energy
Unexplained weight gain
Swelling or puffiness in the face and body
Dry skin and hair
Hair thinning or hair loss
Feeling unusually cold even in normal temperatures
Muscle weakness or stiffness
Slow heart rate
Brain fog or difficulty concentrating
Mood changes such as depression or irritability
Constipation
Irregular menstrual cycles in women

Because these symptoms develop gradually, many people mistake them for stress, aging, lifestyle changes, or burnout. This is why hypothyroidism often goes undiagnosed for years.

The Early Warning Signs My Body Showed

When I reflect on the past few years, I realize my body had been giving subtle warnings.

December 2023: My magnesium levels started dropping.
March 2025: I began noticing bruises appearing on my body from time to time. At the time, I assumed they were caused by my workouts at the gym, so I did not think much about them.
August 2025: My iron, sodium, and vitamin D levels began declining.

At the time, these changes seemed unrelated. But in hindsight, they might have been signals that my metabolism and hormonal balance were starting to change. Hypothyroidism often develops slowly, and symptoms can appear long before the final diagnosis.

What Can Happen If Hypothyroidism Is Ignored

Through my research, I also learned that ignoring the symptoms of hypothyroidism can lead to more serious complications over time.

Untreated severe hypothyroidism may lead to:

High cholesterol and increased risk of heart disease
Severe fatigue and chronic low energy
Significant weight gain
Joint and muscle pain
Depression and memory problems
Fertility issues
Fluid retention and swelling
In rare cases, a life-threatening condition called Myxedema coma, which occurs when thyroid hormone levels become dangerously low.

This is why recognizing symptoms early and seeking medical advice is extremely important.

Starting Treatment

I began treatment on 18th February, two days after my diagnosis.

Initially, doctors prescribed 75 mcg of thyroxine for one week. After reviewing my condition, the dosage was increased to 125 mcg daily. The medication I now take every morning is Levothyroxine, a synthetic form of the hormone normally produced by the thyroid gland.

Because my thyroid gland is currently not producing thyroxine, this medication replaces the hormone my body needs to function normally.

It must be taken every morning on an empty stomach, which helps the body absorb the medication properly.

A Lesson My Body Taught Me

This experience taught me something important.

Even if you eat well, exercise regularly, and live a disciplined lifestyle, hormones can still affect your health in powerful ways. Health is not only about discipline, it is also about listening carefully to the signals your body sends you.

Sometimes the body is not failing.

Sometimes it is simply asking for medical attention and understanding. Listening to those signals early can make all the difference.

Gratitude for the People Who Supported Me

One of the most important parts of this journey has been the people who stood by me during a very confusing and physically difficult time.

I am deeply grateful to my boss and colleagues, who showed understanding and support while I was going through this unexpected health challenge. Their encouragement made a huge difference in helping me stay mentally strong.

I am also incredibly thankful for my parents, who were always there with love, care, and reassurance.

And most importantly, I want to thank my close friends, who helped me keep my mentality strong and positive during moments when my body felt completely out of control.

Sometimes healing is not only about medication, it is also about the support system that keeps your mind steady while your body is trying to recover.

A Message of Hope

Although this journey has been physically and emotionally challenging, I remain hopeful.

The good news is that hypothyroidism is treatable. With the right medication, regular monitoring, and patience, many people are able to return to a healthy and balanced life.

Our bodies are incredibly resilient. They have an amazing ability to recover, adapt, and heal when given the right support.

This experience reminded me that health journeys are not always linear but every challenge can also become a lesson. And sometimes, the most powerful thing we can do is listen to our body before the whisper becomes a scream.

And if there is one message I want to share from my experience, it is this:

Never ignore the signals and warnings your body gives you. Listen carefully to those changes and take them seriously. Do your regular medical checkups, monitor your health, and seek medical advice when something feels unusual.

Sometimes those small signals are the body’s way of protecting you, long before a serious condition develops.

Why Do Some People Always Want to Be the Center of Attention?

2025-04-16T18:35:00.000+04:00

Have you ever noticed certain individuals in your workplace or social circle who always seem to steer conversations back to themselves, dominate meetings, or subtly corner others to make themselves the focus? It’s easy to label this as “attention-seeking behavior” or call them out for being self-centered, but what if there’s more beneath the surface?

In both professional and personal environments, we often encounter people who seem to have a strong need for validation, recognition, and control over a room. This isn’t always about arrogance or ego. More often than not, it’s rooted in something much deeper: their past experiences or unhealed emotional wounds.

The Roots of Attention-Seeking Behavior

Many psychologists agree that attention-seeking tendencies are often linked to early life experiences, especially those related to neglect, emotional absence, or inconsistent affection during childhood. When children grow up in an environment where love and attention were conditional or scarce, they develop coping mechanisms to fill that void. Sometimes, this need for validation evolves into adult behaviors that demand the spotlight, whether consciously or unconsciously.

It could also stem from:

Childhood Trauma: Being ignored, dismissed, or emotionally neglected can leave long-lasting effects, pushing individuals to seek validation later in life.
Low Self-Worth: Constantly needing attention can mask a deep-rooted feeling of inadequacy.
Insecurity: The louder the presence, the quieter the inner confidence might be.
Learned Behavior: Growing up in an environment where attention equaled safety or affection can condition a person to seek it constantly, even in adulthood.

What Does This Mean in a Professional Setting?

In the workplace, this behavior can manifest as:

Always needing to be in control of conversations.
Undermining colleagues to maintain a superior image.
Steering team efforts to highlight personal contributions.
Using manipulation to maintain relevance.

Recognizing this doesn’t mean you should tolerate toxic behavior, but understanding the possible why behind it can help you respond with emotional intelligence rather than frustration. Sometimes, what these individuals need isn’t more attention, but rather someone who sets healthy boundaries while still showing empathy.

Lead With Understanding, Not Judgment

Not everyone you meet is aware of their own patterns, and not every behavior deserves an excuse, but as professionals, we can create a balance between compassion and self-protection. Whether you're leading a team or collaborating with peers, understanding the psychological roots of such behavior can help you:

✅ Stay calm and avoid being emotionally hijacked.
✅ Set boundaries that protect your space.
✅ Redirect conversations toward collective goals rather than individual spotlighting.

Next time you encounter someone who seems to always need the center stage, pause and ask yourself: Are they seeking attention, or seeking healing?

Compassion and boundaries can often coexist, and mastering that balance is part of growing both as a professional and as a human.

The Road to Happiness: Why My Things Are Important to Others, But Others' Business is Not Important to Me

2025-02-20T18:18:00.001+04:00

Happiness is a deeply personal journey. In a world full of interconnected lives, social expectations, and endless opinions, it’s easy to get lost in the noise of what others think, feel, and do. But as I’ve navigated through my own life, I’ve come to embrace a liberating mindset: What’s important to me should matter to others, but what others are consumed by doesn’t always have to concern me.

This isn’t about selfishness or indifference. It’s about setting boundaries, finding balance, and protecting your peace.

1. Why My Things Should Matter to Others

We all carry unique stories, goals, and struggles. When I share parts of my life with others ; my dreams, challenges, or aspirations— it’s because they hold meaning to me. For the people I let into my inner circle, I expect some level of understanding and support.

Happiness often stems from healthy relationships where mutual care exists. When people value what’s important to you, it shows respect and strengthens connections. True relationships—be it friendships, family ties, or partnerships—are built on the ability to show up for one another.

If something is significant to me, I don’t expect others to solve my problems or share my passions entirely, but a little recognition can go a long way.

2. Why Other People’s Business Doesn’t Have to Concern Me

On the flip side, one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned is this: Not everything requires my opinion, energy, or attention.

The world doesn’t need my involvement in every drama, every conflict, or every choice others make. Letting go of the compulsion to "fix" everything or to care about issues that don’t align with my values has been freeing.

This approach doesn’t make me cold or unkind. It simply means I understand the limits of my energy and my right to prioritize my own life over unnecessary involvement in others’ affairs.

When you stop taking everything personally or investing in things that don’t add value to your life, you create space for peace.

3. Setting Boundaries for Happiness

The balance between caring for what matters to me and detaching from what doesn’t boils down to boundaries. Here’s how I’ve cultivated them:

Ask yourself: Does this align with my values? If not, it’s okay to step away.
Recognize emotional bandwidth. You can’t pour into every situation without burning out. Prioritize what nourishes your soul.
Respect others’ autonomy. People make their own choices, and their outcomes don’t always need your involvement.
Surround yourself with mutual energy. Build relationships with people who value what’s important to you as much as you respect their priorities.

4. The Happiness Equation

At the core of this mindset is self-respect and clarity. Happiness isn’t about pleasing everyone or being overly involved in every matter. It’s about creating a life where your needs are met, your voice is heard, and your energy is preserved for the things and people that truly matter.

By valuing what’s important to me and letting go of unnecessary concerns, I’ve found freedom. The road to happiness, for me, is paved with understanding, boundaries, and self-awareness.

So here’s my advice to anyone on this journey: Care deeply, but selectively. Your peace is priceless, and your happiness is worth protecting.

What do you think about this perspective? Have you ever felt the need to detach from situations that don’t serve your happiness? Let’s share our thoughts and grow together.

Dubai Run: A Celebration of Fitness, Unity, and the Spirit of Dubai

2024-11-27T16:36:00.001+04:00

Every year, Dubai transforms into a vibrant hub of energy and movement as thousands of people take to Sheikh Zayed Road for the iconic Dubai Run. Whether you're a fitness enthusiast, a casual jogger, or someone simply seeking inspiration, this event unites individuals from all walks of life to embrace health, community, and the dynamic spirit of the city.

What is Dubai Run?

The Dubai Run is part of the Dubai Fitness Challenge (DFC), a month-long initiative launched by Sheikh Hamdan bin Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Crown Prince of Dubai, to encourage people to engage in 30 minutes of daily exercise for 30 days. The run epitomizes this goal by turning one of the busiest highways in the world - Sheikh Zayed Road into a traffic-free running track for a day, creating an unforgettable experience for participants.

A Run for Everyone

What makes Dubai Run truly special is its inclusivity. It’s not just for seasoned marathoners or elite athletes; it's a platform for everyone - families with children, fitness beginners, and even those looking to walk the route. With two primary distances, 5 km and 10 km, participants can choose a path that suits their fitness level and personal goals.

From groups of friends running together to individuals pushing personal boundaries, the event fosters a sense of togetherness that mirrors Dubai’s multicultural ethos.

Why Dubai Run Matters

Promotes a Healthy Lifestyle: The event inspires participants to embrace fitness not just as a one-day activity but as a lifelong habit. It’s a reminder of how powerful community initiatives can be in sparking positive change.
Celebrates Dubai’s Spirit: The Dubai Run showcases the city’s commitment to innovation and transformation. Turning a bustling urban highway into a pedestrian-friendly event highlights Dubai's unique ability to blend modernity with human connection.
Builds a Sense of Community: With participants from different nationalities, age groups, and fitness levels, the run underscores the diversity that defines Dubai. It’s a moment where strangers cheer each other on, united by a shared goal of crossing the finish line.

Preparing for the Dubai Run 2025

Whether you’re new to running or a seasoned pro, preparation is key. Here are a few tips to help you make the most of the event:

Train Ahead: Gradually build your stamina by incorporating short runs or walks into your daily routine leading up to the event.
Stay Hydrated: Dubai’s climate can be challenging, so ensure you’re well-hydrated before, during, and after the run.
Wear the Right Gear: Comfortable running shoes and breathable clothing are essential for a smooth experience.
Have Fun: The Dubai Run is about participation, not competition. Enjoy the atmosphere, take in the views of the city’s skyline, and celebrate your journey.

More Than Just a Run

The Dubai Run is more than just a fitness event; it’s a testament to the city’s vision of fostering a happy and healthy community. It reminds us that with determination and the right support, we can achieve incredible milestones, both individually and collectively.

As Sheikh Zayed Road fills with runners of all abilities, one thing becomes clear: Dubai Run isn’t just about running; it’s about embracing life’s challenges, celebrating progress, and uniting as one in the heart of this extraordinary city.

So, lace up your shoes, step out, and be part of this transformative event next year. Whether it’s your first time or your fifth, the Dubai Run promises memories that will last a lifetime.

First Time in Dubai? Here’s What You Should Avoid

2024-11-27T14:20:00.001+04:00

Dubai is a city of dazzling skyscrapers, luxury, and a mix of cultures that will leave you in awe. However, as with any destination, there are cultural norms and unspoken rules to be mindful of, especially if it’s your first time visiting or settling in this vibrant city. To ensure your experience is smooth and enjoyable, here are a few things you should avoid doing in Dubai:

1. Disregarding Local Laws and Customs

Dubai, part of the United Arab Emirates, follows Islamic laws and traditions. While the city is modern and open to different cultures, it’s crucial to respect local norms. Avoid public displays of affection, wearing inappropriate clothing in non-tourist areas, and consuming alcohol in public spaces. Always dress modestly in mosques, government offices, and traditional areas like Deira.

2. Using Public Transport Without a NOL Card

Dubai’s public transport system is efficient and affordable, but you cannot use it without a NOL card (a prepaid travel card). Avoid the embarrassment of being fined by purchasing and topping up your card before boarding the metro, buses, or trams.

3. Jaywalking

In Dubai, jaywalking is taken seriously, and hefty fines are imposed on those who cross roads outside designated pedestrian crossings. The city’s roads are fast-paced, so always use the pedestrian bridges or marked crossings to ensure safety and avoid penalties.

4. Underestimating the Weather

Dubai’s desert climate can be unforgiving, especially during the summer months (May - September). Avoid outdoor activities during peak heat hours and always stay hydrated. Sunscreen, hats, and lightweight clothing are essentials to beat the heat.

5. Taking Pictures Without Permission

While Dubai offers countless Instagram-worthy spots, be mindful of taking photos. Avoid capturing people, especially women and families, without their consent, as this is considered highly disrespectful and even illegal in some cases.

6. Assuming Taxis Are the Only Option

Dubai’s taxis are convenient but can be expensive for long journeys. Instead, familiarize yourself with ride-hailing apps like Careem and Uber or use the Dubai Metro, which is a cost-effective and fast way to get around.

7. Ignoring the Weekend Shift

Unlike many other countries, Dubai’s weekend runs from Friday to Sunday. Avoid scheduling business meetings or important activities on Fridays, as many places may open late or remain closed in the morning due to Friday prayers.

8. Being Careless With Alcohol

Alcohol is available in licensed bars and restaurants, but drinking in public or being drunk in public is strictly prohibited and can lead to severe penalties. Always enjoy responsibly and ensure you have a safe way home.

9. Forgetting Your Emirates ID or Passport Copy

If you’re staying in Dubai for an extended period, carrying your Emirates ID (for residents) or a copy of your passport (for visitors) is essential. You may need it for identification purposes or when accessing certain venues.

10. Mismanaging Your Budget

Dubai offers everything from luxury shopping to budget-friendly options, but it’s easy to overspend if you’re not careful. Avoid impulse buying and research your options for dining, transportation, and attractions to make the most of your experience without breaking the bank.

11. Skipping Local Etiquette During Ramadan

If you’re visiting during Ramadan, avoid eating, drinking, or smoking in public during daylight hours, as this is the holy month of fasting for Muslims. Most restaurants will have curtains or offer takeout services to accommodate non-Muslims discreetly.

Dubai is a city that offers endless opportunities and unique experiences, but like any place, understanding and respecting the culture and rules will ensure you make the most of your time. By avoiding these common mistakes, you’ll not only enjoy your stay but also gain a deeper appreciation for this remarkable city.

What’s your favorite tip for visiting Dubai? Share in the comments below!