Okay, before you start panicking, this is not a prank. This post isn’t sarcastic. No roasting, no trolling, and no chaotic opinions. Just… me. Sitting on a bench. Talking to a tree. (Yes, I know how that sounds. Just go with it.) The Real Stuff I went out to feed my pet, Laddo, on the balcony—she has a habit of treating the whole house like her personal food court, so the balcony's just easier to clean. I wasn’t planning to stay, but the weather had other ideas. Bangalore, in its usual unpredictable glory, gave me a hot day, surprise rain, and then this perfect, quiet cold that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, the world’s trying to calm you down. That’s when I saw this tree. It was shedding. Its dry leaves clung on as if they didn’t want to let go. And under the dull moonlight, with the stars silently watching, I sat there… and weirdly, compared myself to it. The tree stood tall, even with everything falling apart around it. It had only a few leaves left—kind of like me a...

  (Poem by Yashasvi D) I'm a ship lost at sea, Tossed and turned by waves of uncertainty. I'm a wilted flower, Desperately seeking the sun's power. My sails are tattered, my compass confused, The ocean's fury leaves me feeling bruised. My petals droop, my leaves hang low, The sun's warmth and light are what I long to know. But I know that storms must pass, And flowers bloom again on the grass. I'll find my way, I'll weather the gale, And rise again, strong and hale. This poem reflects my personal journey through uncertainty and self-doubt. Whether it’s academics, life decisions, or personal struggles, I’ve had moments where I felt completely lost. But I know nothing stays the same forever, and I’ll rise again—stronger than before. If you’ve ever felt this way, I hope this poem reminds you that you’re not alone. The storm will pass, and you’ll find your way