Thoughts & Tales of tpSphR

I haven't stopped thinking— but I’ve definitely stopped writing my thoughts into this blog. Maybe it’s the lack of time. Maybe I’ve just become lazy. Or maybe… it’s just hard to pick a place to start when your mind is always flooded with too many emotions. But last night, one thought kept echoing inside me— Sometimes we get the least importance from those we expect the most from. And that hurts. It really, really hurts. It’s not always about love or romantic feelings. Sometimes it’s about friends. Sometimes it’s about family. Sometimes it's just about those people who you thought would show up for you, but never did. You know what’s the most valuable thing anyone can give? Time. And when you give your time—your most precious and irreplaceable gift—to someone, And they respond with only excuses when it's their turn... That breaks something inside you. I’ve seen people making the silliest excuses just to avoid giving back the same attention, the same energy...

Something happened yesterday. A moment— brief in time, but immense in weight —stirred a storm inside me. It scratched an old wound I’ve been carrying for two years. And before I knew it, I was pulled back into memories I’ve never truly escaped. Two years back, something happened that I deeply regret . The guilt of it still sits heavy on my heart . It wasn’t just a one-time incident. No—it was a consequence . A result of what had happened four years before that. And it hit me: like the earth, life is round. Everything eventually comes full circle. And so it did. Back then, I made a decision. A wrong one . I let someone in— someone who was already bound to another . I should’ve known better. Maybe I did. But I was emotionally vulnerable, overwhelmed by work pressure , tangled in workplace politics , and mentally exhausted . And in that fragile state, someone walked into my life—offering emotional warmth . I resisted at first, thinking “I’m not meant for relationships.” I ...

Dear Friend, This will be my last message to you — not because I hold any bitterness, but because I know that after what happened between us two years ago, there’s nothing left to say that could mend what’s already broken. I’ve come to terms with the silence between us, the distance, and the absence that now defines our bond. Maybe what I did was intentional. Maybe somewhere deep inside, I knew I wanted to go away from you. Maybe I didn’t want to stay in touch — or maybe I just didn’t know how to handle what was happening. But none of those “maybes” excuse the hurt caused. I’m fully aware that messaging you like this now — especially since you’re married — may not be okay. And I truly respect that. I want you to know that before everything else, we were friends. And somewhere in that memory, I find both pain and warmth. So today, from the bottom of my heart, I want to say sorry — to you and to Lalit. For everything that happened. For everything that shouldn’t have happened. For what I ...

So, after so many years , something beautiful is happening in life — I’m reconnecting with childhood friends. And no, not my Navodaya family — these are friends from my LKG to 5th standard days. I studied in Navodaya from 6th to 12th, so naturally, life had taken us on different paths, and we lost touch. But the beautiful part? We never forgot each other. Now, after all these years, conversations have started again — and with that, came the craving: "Yaar, let’s plan something. Just us. No family." (Some of us are married, you know. 😅) As for me… marriage? Well, I haven’t tasted that chapter yet — for my own reasons. Maybe someday I’ll share that story too. So the plan was made — lunch together on Sunday. Excitement? High. Execution? Classic chaos. We made a WhatsApp group, decided the time: 12:30 PM. Most were okay. But my schedule? Not so simple. Morning Madness Guest were coming home. Office work was pending. So, early in the morning, I rushed to the office, t...

Life is too fast these days — office, responsibilities, work pressure — sab kuch ek saath chal raha hai. Lekin uss beech ek nayi dosti bani… ek friend jiska naam hai Jannat . We started talking recently. Nothing too deep, but something comforting about our conversations. Mostly, we talk at night — that’s the only time I get free. Daytime mein kabhi chance mila toh ek “Hi” ya short message, and she always replies back whenever she’s free. I’ve shared a lot with her — my thoughts, my day, my weird jokes... sometimes thoda flirt bhi kar leta hoon bas masti mein, to make our chats interesting. It was never serious or out of line — just friendly banter. But one day something unexpected happened. I forgot to tell her something important — that I was going to see a girl for marriage. Not because I wanted to hide, but simply because I got too caught up in my routine. And guess what? She found out about it through my blog . She felt hurt… She got upset. Maybe she thought I was flirting w...

So as always— these days I’m too caught up with office work . Being busy is a blessing, they say. And I agree. But amidst this chaos, my childhood friend popped up with a suggestion: "Bhai, ek ladki dekh le shaadi ke liye." Turns out, she’s his relative. I said okay, let’s visit. It was a Sunday, but work didn’t spare me. Still working! Somehow, I wrapped things up and decided to head out by 3 PM . I told him I’ll reach by 4 PM , and he agreed. I hopped onto my BumbleBee and after about a 45-minute ride , I reached the destination. Called him, and we made our way to the girl’s home. After the initial greetings, we settled down. They offered us water and cold drinks. Conversations followed. We stayed there for about 30 minutes . I genuinely liked her— her calm behavior, her warm welcome, and the way she kept her home tidy really impressed me. After coming out of the house, I told my friend, “The girl seems nice. You can tell her parents to visit my place to meet my p...