The Rebel at the Dinner Table

                     The Rebel at the Dinner Table

There are six of us in my family. My parents, my brother, my two sisters and me. On most evenings, they sit together talking, laughing, sharing little stories that only they seem to understand. And then there’s me, the one who quietly slips into her room, shutting the door behind her as if that’s where I belong.

It’s not that I don’t love them. I do. It’s not even that I want to distance myself forever. But sometimes, sitting there feels like trying to fit into a puzzle piece that wasn’t really cut for me. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been the “different” one. Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt fully understood. Or maybe I’ve just convinced myself that solitude is safer.

At 27, life looks… complicated. I have things I’m grateful for, blessings I don’t ignore. And yet, there’s a hollow silence that creeps in whenever I hear them laughing in the next room while I scroll through my phone or bury myself in work. I wonder if I’ve chosen this distance, or if it chose me.

Some days, I tell myself I enjoy my little world the music in my headphones, the late-night scribbles in my notebook, the freedom of not having to explain myself. But other days, I feel like I’m missing out on something I’ll never quite catch up to. Maybe I’m the rebel of the family. Maybe I’m just the misfit. Or maybe I’m simply trying to figure out where I belong in a house full of people I love but can’t always sit beside.

And that’s the strangest part — being grateful, yet still feeling incomplete.

PhDs, Pastries & Paris

Ever since I was a child, I have lived by the adage, "Dreams are the seedlings of reality." 

I envisioned a future where I would proudly bear the title of Dr. Bharti Thakur, having earned my PhD in my specialized field—a lifelong testament to passion, perseverance, and the belief that "Knowledge is power."

In the vibrant lanes of my hometown, I imagined a quaint bakery—a haven where the aroma of freshly baked bread and sugar-dusted treats fills the air. I fancied names like "Sweet Haven", "The Sugar Grove", or "Baker’s Bliss", each a lyrical tribute to the art of baking, where every confection whispers its own sweet story.

Yet, my dreams soared far beyond these familiar streets. I still recall the moment I saw the Eiffel Tower on a classmate’s notebook—a vision that ignited a cherished desire. I longed for the magic of the City of Love, dreaming of that perfect moment when the love of my life would present me with a proposal beneath the shimmering lights of the Eiffel Tower. As I often say, "In love, every heartbeat is a promise."

At the very core of my heart lies another dream: family. I envision nurturing two beautiful children and embracing the joyful chaos of being a devoted dog mom to my beloved doggo—forming a unique, warm family of three. All these dreams would unfold in a cozy abode—a "green nest" adorned with lush plants, where every leaf sings a song of hope, resilience, and nature’s enduring grace.

This is my epic—a narrative woven with ambition, romance, and the tender beauty of home. Every dream and aspiration is a verse in the ever-unfolding poem of my life, reminding me that "Even the wildest dreams can bloom into reality."

                               {THE TWENTIES ; A decade of struggle and hope}

I don’t know the exact reason why I’m writing this today. Maybe, after a week of juggling my thoughts and trying to figure out the best path for myself, I just needed to vent somewhere. So, here I am. These are the days of struggle in my twenties.

Unlike some, I haven’t spent my twenties partying and living without the pressure of the future. That’s not me. I think about my future very frequently. Every day is different; sometimes I’m filled with confidence and believe I can conquer anything. Other days, I feel confused, burdened by low self-esteem, and pressured by my own overwhelming thoughts.

However, I hold onto the belief that I will make it someday. I’ll figure out something good for myself. As C.S. Lewis once said, “Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” I truly believe that if we trust in ourselves, we will eventually find our way.

All the chaos running through my mind will come to rest someday. This period of struggle will transform into the best version of myself, ready to shine in the world.

here's to the journey and the hope that it brings.🍷

                                               

Winter Immunity ; )

                  

         ''Winter's Farewell and Imunity Boost ; Unveiling My Herbal Tea Recipe!"

Hello lovelies,

As winter bids adieu and the warmth of spring beckons, I found myself succumbing to the lingering cold.😪Today, nestled in my bed at noon, I reflect on the battle against winter's chill that finally caught up with me. But fear not! Amidst the cups of herbal tea that warmed me through the season, I stumbled upon a simple recipe to share.⛾

Discover the magic of my easy-to-make herbal tea – a concoction of crushed cardamom, cinnamon, clove, and black pepper, with a dash of lemon and honey for added goodness. Not only does it soothe a sore throat, but each herb boasts incredible immunity-boosting benefits. Dive into the world of these winter spices, armed with antibacterial and anti-inflammatory compounds to shield you from cold and cough.

In a season where immunity and winter often engage in a frosty tussle, this herbal tea becomes your secret weapon. Layer up with the warmest winter gears, but don't forget to fortify your diet with the nutritious embrace of these spices. Learn about the wonders each herb holds for your health and bid farewell to winter ailments.

Try this simple recipe and let the warmth of the spices envelop you, "thank me later" – because who knew that boosting your immunity could be this deliciously easy? 

Cheers to a healthier, cozier you!🙋

Glimpse into a Serendipitous Day ✨

Just a spontaneous reflection from bhartee ; 

~ In the cozy embrace of December, I sit in my office savoring the comforting badam milk crafted by mum-mummiya. The rain dances outside, and the nostalgic tunes of 90's Bollywood songs set the perfect backdrop. Currently, Anuradha Paudwal's soulful rendition of "Zindagi mein jab tumhare gumm nahi" fills the air.🪷

                      • As a part of All India Radio for several months now, I've had the privilege of crossing paths with diverse individuals from various walks of life. Today, I had the pleasure of conversing with seasoned radio veterans who generously shared their tales from the past. Reflecting on the evolution of work culture over time, I marvel at the stark differences and how they navigated everything with minimal resources.

~ It's true that every person we encounter imparts valuable lessons. Initially, my enthusiasm for my work here was lacking, but now I appreciate the serendipity that led me to this place. Meeting individuals from a different generation, older and remarkably talented, has been a transformative experience. There's a beauty in spending time with the elderly, as their stories and experiences have the power to bring immense joy. 🫶🏻

"Echoes of Missed Chances"

Hello readers , I welcome y'all to my inaugural voyage into the world of words , 

 🥂 to my maiden poem... 

   In this life, countless chances came my way, 

 Yet in denial, I let them slip, dismay.

        Regrets would haunt, my choices in review, 

 Have you, too, faced this melancholy hue?

     What remedy to mend the past's cruel rhyme,

  For in my mind, these regrets chime.

       Gone are the moments I did forsake, 

 Now, I ponder what those chances could make.

    But time, relentless, marches on its race,

  Leaving me to ponder in its wake. 

     Regrets, they linger, yet still, I find, 

 To learn, to grow, the heart and soul combined.✍🏼

Chromatic farewells 🍂

" A beautiful mess of emotions that adds color to the canvas of life "

Hey there, fellow travelers of life! 

You'all must have been there –  in that bittersweet moment when you have to bid adieu to someone or something. 

Yeppp, you guessed it right , I'am  talking about goodbyes – those sometimes tear-jerking, sometimes relief-inducing, and always memorable moments that life throws our way.

Now, I don't know about you people , but goodbyes always hit me right in the feels, there's something oddly emotional about these farewells , duh!!! 🫤

{ Bhartee (me) : i have always been the kind of person who has been very emotional in relationships. I know that I have a limited circle , but I have given a lot of importance to all of them present in it . And saying goodbye during these times is perhaps, a bit more difficult thing for people like me.}

But guys if you look at it, goodbyes aren't just about sadness. They're like the punctuation marks in the story of our lives aren't they 🤷🏻‍♀️

I mean, isn't it fascinating how one chapter closing opens the door to a whole new adventure???  

Let's be real, though...🙇🏻‍♀️They aren't always easy. In fact, they can be downright tough. But they're a natural part of our journey.  Just think about it – if we never said good-byes,we'd never welcome anything new into our lives, no new friendships, no new experiences, and definitely no new flavors of ice cream to try!!! (writer giggles)

And you know what These Goodbyes teach us that life isn't a static painting; it's a vibrant, ever-changing masterpiece. 

So the next time you find yourself waving farewell, don't just focus on the tears. Think about the memories you've made, the lessons you've learned, and the exciting possibilities that lie ahead.

And as I bring this journey to a close, I would like to leave you with these words..."

Cheers to new beginnings and fond memories , 💌 

Dear readers, don't forget to keep your heart open for the new hellos that are waiting just around the corner 🫶🏻.