Charvi Blogs

Pain of my heart The cry of my soul No one to hear now Am I a burden As they claim Am I unworthy As they say Searching my existence I only found silence No one to answer No one to listen

It was a full moon night. Cool breeze danced through the trees. The moon’s silvery glow kissed the leaves, and the crystal-blue river mirrored the stillness of the sky. Vedehi sat by the riverbank, lost in thought. Her eyes rested on the moon’s luminous face. Her ears were tuned to the gentle whispers of flowing water. Inside her, a storm brewed. Her outer world was preparing for a wedding she never agreed to — new jewelry, new clothes, grand celebrations, sweet dishes, fake smiles. But her inner world longed for something deeper. Something true. She found the noise around her hollow, and the idea of marriage a gentle death of her freedom. She had come to the river seeking silence — her only refuge. To her, the moon was Krishna’s gaze. The breeze, his soft touch. The river, his quiet voice. Her heart and soul had already surrendered to Krishna. But the world had no eyes to see that. As she sat in stillness, a soft voice stirred the air: “Your bond with me is eternal, sacred...

Meera lay curled on her bed. The room was locked. Lights off. Curtains drawn. Windows shut. Her eyes — swollen, red, heavy — told stories no one asked about. She cried. Loudly. Then silently. She shouted toward the ceiling, the sky, the unknown. “Why so much pain? What have I done? Is it a crime to be a girl in this world? Why is it so hard to have a voice… to be free… to just be me?” So many questions. And yet, no one to answer them. Later, she washed her face, tied her hair, and got ready. The library — her silent temple — was calling again. As she opened the main gate, she stopped. A man in orange robes stood there — like he'd been waiting. A wandering monk. Without a thought, she reached for a ₹10 note and offered it. But instead of leaving, he looked straight into her soul and said, “All your wishes will come true. You will succeed.” She stood still — surprised, unsure. But something inside her softened. “Was that… my answer?” she thought. She didn’t know. But her ...