Tag: family

  • The Girl I Never Left

    Sometimes the child you were, doesn’t need saving. She just needs to know you never left.

    I dream a lot, I have some weird dreams almost every other day. Just yesterday my friend was telling me about a dream she had, and we were just telling each other about dreams making no sense. And then I remembered my own dream, that inspired me to write this.

    One day I had a dream that I was in my previous rented house, it was empty. I went inside and I started exploring, although in real life the house was not big, but in my dream it was big enough for me to explore. And then I saw a little girl, she was so cute. We spent a lot of time and played together. Then all of a sudden I heard a sound and started following it. When I came back and opened the door of the house the little girl came running to me and started crying and saying “Why did you leave? Why did you leave me alone? I was so scared. No one was there for me.”

    ……. And then, I woke up.

    Once I woke up I realised that I was actually crying in my sleep and the little girl I saw was actually me when I was a small girl. 

    I have felt a lot of things after that, and it was also Covid time. I wrote that dream down to remember it. And then Taylor Swift also released “Forklore”, and there was a song in it called “Seven” and it had a line :

    And I’ve been meaning to tell you
    I think your house is haunted
    Your dad is always mad and that must be why
    And I think you should come live with
    Me and we can be pirates
    Then you won’t have to cry
    Or hide in the closet
    And just like a folk song
    Our love will be passed on 

    This hit me a little hard, because every time I hear it, it’s like I am talking to my younger self. 

    And every time I think about her, all I can think of is, if I had someone older like me around when I was young, I would have felt so protected and safe. Which I really didn’t as a child.

    She would be so proud of me today. She would love to see the kind of person I became. 

    She would smile watching me be stupid yet responsible, silly yet composed when needed. 

    She would find me so cool, me standing up for myself. Believing in me more than others. Maybe also, my collection of BTS albums and my travelling tales.

    I think she would be so surprised to see me work in a corporate company. I didn’t really have a dream job when I was a child.

    She would want to know if I am still friends with the same people we were in school (Good for her we have better company and best friends I would never trade for anything ever.)

    She would see me and hug me for becoming the kind of person we always wanted to be, and getting everything I ever wanted (Except for a million dollar I still wish to receive magically someday.)

    The person I’ve become

    When I talk about the person I have become or the kind of kid I was, it is quite difficult. I can’t say I was an easy child. My mother had a hard time with me, I was the oldest, yet I always felt overlooked, and that made me act out. 

    Now that I have become an adult myself, I think about how as a woman, enduring abuse, becoming a sole provider, and having kids who act out is not easy. It is terrifying, and my mother is an innocent woman. Sometimes I am glad that I am not like her. Things were hard, and having 3 children to look after made it harder.

    So, in a way there are parts of my younger self that I have left behind, but the part of me that questions everything is still the same. I still refuse to listen to people and question everything and that has still been bothering my mother. 

    My younger self would definitely appreciate that we throw out that one toxic person from our life that was taking us down with him. And we grew from it.

    This was also one of things my younger self would not have been able to imagine could happen. 

    Me being able to achieve my freedom, being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want and however I want. Without explaining myself to anyone, are among other things she probably never thought would happen. 

    I always thought things would be okay, I am not sure if I even had any fears other than heights.

    I have only ever been confident enough in myself. But I do think the one thing that made me nervous was studies and now I hold a Master’s degree. 

    My young self was fearless as hell, and that has only grown over the years. I am still the same stubborn and fearless Girl I was at 10 that I am at 29. 

    Dreams

    I never really had dreams, I only ever thought of growing up and earning a lot of money. But the one dream that really came true was that my sister and I bought a house for our family.

    There were so many dream jobs I had as a child, I was never clear on what I really wanted to be when I grew up. That is something that changed was, once in my life I wanted to be a lawyer, which didn’t happen thankfully. I was actually glad that didn’t happen. I would have had a horrible life.

    I just know she’d see those changes as me growing up because it all happened for good. Because I was able to do what I actually love, writing. 

    And writing matters to me now that she couldn’t yet understand, because I love it. I did it as a child too, but never really took it as seriously as I do now.

    I know if I explain my current goals to her, would she eventually nod and say, “That makes sense.” Because it does, we both love it. She as a hobby, me as my passion.

    Values

    We as people all have a lot of values, and I do too, even as a child. One of those values was loyalty. 

    My Loyalty is something that is still intact in me since my childhood. She was a very loyal person and so am I.

    That has made me a safe person to people, because I always stand for people and myself. I call our people when I think it deserves to be called out. So, I know I would be a safe person and make her feel safe. I am a feisty fighter. I always protect my own.

    So that if people have issues and they want to talk to someone they know they have me. And that is something she would feel as well, and look at me as an adult to run to when she is scared.  

    Other than Loyalty, there are other things that I also kept with me.

    Like my curiosity is something I have kept the same. I was always a curious child, questioning everything and everyone. That has irritated people 🙃 but I still wanted to know. 

    I am the same way now. 🙂‍↔️

    I still want to know everything and anything.

    I am not sure if that is something like a promise I have kept, but I think the biggest promise I kept without realising is to be true to myself. 

    I can never be two-faced with anyone. If I don’t like something or someone I do not pretend to be nice. I can never fake myself for something or someone. 

    Healing

    My whole childhood was anything but normal, I grew up in an abusive household, and that is something not just me, but my whole family had to heal from.

    Because of which I have a lot of trust issues in relationships. I do try to give people the benefit of doubt and let people in. Even though it takes a lot of time and effort, it protects me from a lot of pain. 

    All of my experiences in life have made me realise that there is nothing in my previous life that would comfort her. I have had it pretty weird. But I do think my life now, my mindset today is something that will comfort her a lot.

    And that is something I think she will thank me for, being able to grow from the hurt.

    And yet, there are so many parts of her I have made rooms for, like the innocence. The silly parts, the talkative and the curious parts.

    Everyday life

    Although I don’t really have a big room, I think she wouldn’t mind, but I am not sure if that is something she would love.

    I imagine a little me coming in the rooms asking if it is our home, and me saying yes.

    And then looking at the books I own. The amount and kind of books I have read, that is something I think would excite her a lot. 

    Then looking at all my clothes. I wear almost everything and anything. I know that is something she would find shocking. Especially now, because when I was a child I had to dress like a boy. My parents would dress me more like a boy, I even had pictures of myself in it, and it looked like my brother. I hated it. 

    I remember having 2 skirts as a child, one was a denim skirt with green top and the other was a blue slightly thick cloth with a white top. I would wear those 2 skirts all the time, everywhere I went until I grew out of it, because that was the only clothes I had that would make me feel like a girl. I never felt like myself in those clothes, I wanted to feel like a girl, but my parents’ weird ways of dressing made me feel like a boy too. 

    My sister was somehow allowed to wear girls clothes like frocks and skirts because apparently “She looked good in it.” I actually have a lot of resentment because of this. 

    One of the reasons why, now my clothes are more girly and cool. I have a good sense of style for myself. I always wear makeup and dress and style myself like a woman, and I refuse to wear anything that can look remotely closer to a man (You could say this is one thing I never healed from? I don’t know if it needs healing). I don’t hate pants or anything, but even if I wear clothes like pants and shirts, I style it more feminine. 

    That is not something I think that is concerning….. However, she might be concerned about my humor, because let’s be honest, my dark self deprecating humor is quite troubling. 

    It is one of my hobbies tho, making jokes about myself (But let’s not get it twisted, I only joke about myself with everyone except my family. Because they keep making fun of me for everything)….. 😂

    That being said, she would love my hobbies. Exercising, writing and listening to music. 

    Yep Absolute heaven. 

    Keeping my mouth aside, I have quite intellectual hobbies. That keeps me sane.

    Oh and let’s not forget BTS. 😜

    Character

    After everything, when I talk about the kind of character I have…. It doesn’t really soothe anything at all. I am not a bad person, but I am not the nicest one in the room either. 

    The only reason I am not in jail is because I haven’t committed a crime, but the way I talk sometimes I might as well be locked up. 😂

    Well unfortunately for her, I for one have not become kinder at all. I am the same sharp-mouth girl I was, but I have developed a filter now. 

    I have become more empathetic and compassionate when needed, but kinder…. I would doubt that.

    One thing that I can be really certain about is, I have become stronger, I am a lot more stronger and smarter than I was as a child.

    That in no way means I care more about people. Let’s be honest, I am definitely not a people’s person. I hate people, but I do care about my people, my friends and my family.

    You know the irony of it all, I have to talk to people in my job all day every day. And I hate it.   

    Anyways, I still stand up for myself and have stronger boundaries. I don’t let people walk all over me, and I refuse to be pressured into doing something I don’t want to.

    The hard questions

    I am a simple person, I stay out of trouble and try to keep a clean, simple, drama free life, so I don’t think there is anything in my life that will disappoint her (because let’s be honest, you need to do something reckless to make a disappointing decision).

    When I think about my childhood, the only joy I miss is how careless everything was, all I had to do was study and get good grades. That’s that kind of luxury I don’t have anymore.

    I don’t even remember when I became so busy and lost my childhood. Maybe when I turned 13, I don’t remember being a child since then, I got my periods, things changed for me. 

    It’s not that I regret anything, but I think we all think about how life was easier when we were kids. 

    Honestly, the last couple of years I have tried my hardest to heal myself. I was able to do that for myself, which made me connect with my younger self more. Every part of her that I wanted to connect with is already with me, it’s like I never let her go.

    If there is a part of advice I needed to give to her it would be : 

    You will have a lot of falls, you will lose most of your childhood friends, you will lose your father. You will have rejections, you will have to mourn the deaths of people. You will have a lot of lows. But it is necessary for all the ups and self love you will experience. You will have true friendships. You will not find love (at least not at 29… maybe later) but you will have you, and that will be your biggest strength.

    Conclusion

    At the end, all I can think of is her being proud of me. She would look at me and think, I am so cool and pretty. She would definitely want to be me when we grow up.

    Now that I think about the dream I had during Covid, and I think of my younger self asking me why I left, all I want to say is that I never left. She was with me the whole time. I never let her go, I grew up, yes. But I kept her alive with me. 

    People might not see her, but I do. I know there will be someday I might trust people enough to see her, see that side of me. But for now, baby girl it’s just you and me.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕


  • A Very Chaotic Trip to Rishikesh (But Worth It)

    The “We Need a Break” Phase

    I have been so done with work lately. Not the dramatic burnout kind, just that constant irritation where everything feels repetitive and exhausting. So I decided I needed a break. And I actually took one—with my friends—and we went to Rishikesh.

    An absolutely chaotic trip, like always. 😂

    Initially, I wanted to go to Dehradun. But after discussing it with my besties, we settled on Rishikesh. The plan was simple… at least in theory.

    The Planning That Wasn’t Really Planning

    We had train tickets booked. Of course, they didn’t get confirmed.

    Classic. 🙃

    So on the 10th, one day before the trip, we booked bus tickets instead. Very last minute, very on brand for us.

    I went to my friend’s place that night so we could leave together in the morning. We barely slept. Just talked, laughed, and somehow made everything louder than it needed to be.

    The Journey That Took Forever

    We woke up at 5:00 am, got ready, and left for our 6:00 am bus.

    We were excited. Like genuinely happy to just get out of our routine.

    The plan was to reach it in 4 hours.

    We reached at 2 pm.

    I don’t even want to explain how.

    And then it took us hours to get to our hotel. By that point, we were exhausted, irritated, and honestly questioning our life choices.

    The Café Disaster

    Before going to the hotel, we decided to sit at a café and eat something.

    Bad decision.

    The place looked decent, but the drinks? Literal water. No taste. Nothing. And we spent 700+ on that.

    I was this close🤏🏻 to crying.

    The only redeeming part of that entire experience was a cat that came and quietly sat under my chair. I love cats. That moment alone made me slightly less angry.

    Day One: Not Our Day

    We finally reached the hotel around 5 pm, completely drained. Took a bath, thinking maybe things would get better.

    And then… I got my period. 👏🏻

    Perfect timing, obviously.

    At that point, I had officially given up on the idea of a “peaceful, relaxing trip.” April 11th was just not our day.

    The Calm We Didn’t Expect

    We wanted to attend Ganga Aarti that evening, but we were late. So instead, we just sat on the steps near the Ganga. 🌊

    And weirdly, that turned out to be one of the best parts of the day.

    It was calm. Quiet. No chaos. Just us sitting there, doing nothing for once. We made silent wishes, watched the water, noticed small things like fish swimming by.

    It felt… grounding.

    We had dinner after that and went back to the hotel. Somehow, despite everything, the night turned fun. We danced, took pictures, and made videos. The day started terribly, but we still found a way to end it well.

    Day Two: Finally Feels Like a Trip

    We woke up early, around 6–7 am, and went for breakfast. After that, we got ready and decided to explore.

    We wanted to go to Neelkanth Temple, but it was too far. So we went to Parmarth Niketan Ashram instead.

    And honestly, that place was beautiful.

    There was a sense of peace there that you don’t really find easily. Temples, idols, everything felt calm and structured. And then we saw the Shiv ji murti in the middle of the Ganga.

    It was stunning.

    I even FaceTimed my mom just to show her.

    My friend R went all in and actually got into the Ganga. Me and B stayed out—me because I literally can’t, and her because she just didn’t want to.

    River Rafting (The Highlight)

    After that, we decided to go river rafting.

    Me and R were in. B was not.

    So she went off on her own little exploration while we went for rafting.

    The journey there was long, the wait time was annoying, and the place was crowded. Rishikesh was packed.

    But rafting?

    Completely worth it.

    It was one of those moments where you stop thinking about everything else. Just the river, the mountains, the cold water, the rush.

    I honestly didn’t want it to end.

    The only downside? The random group of boys we were paired with. Completely mannerless. Ruined the vibe a bit, but thankfully not enough to ruin the experience.

    I wanted to jump into the water so badly… but I don’t know how to swim, so that dream stayed a dream.

    A Slower Evening

    After rafting, we were soaked and tired. So we grabbed something to eat and went back to the hotel to freshen up.

    Dinner was simple—South Indian food because we needed something light after the chaos of the day.

    Then chai, of course.

    We wanted to do something fun that night since it was our last one, but honestly, we were too tired. Took a few pictures, made a couple of videos, and just slept.

    No energy left.

    The Early Goodbye

    The next morning, we woke up at 5:00 am, got ready, and left for home.

    No drama. No chaos. Just quiet.

    The Kind of Trip It Was

    Overall, it was a great trip. We weren’t able to see a lot, as it was too crowded and there was a lot of wait time, and wasted hours, due to traffic.

    Messy, unplanned, slightly frustrating—but still great.

    We didn’t plan properly. Things went wrong. We were tired half the time.

    But we also laughed a lot, experienced new things, and had moments that actually felt peaceful and real.

    And somehow, that balance made it worth it.

    Next trip: Dehradun. 😁

    This time… we’re definitely planning better.

    (Or at least pretending we will.)

    Let me know your thoughts below! 👇💕

    P.S. Currently, I am working on a new story, will be updating the first chapter in a few hours.

    I hope you all like it. 😊


  • Raised to Be Responsible: The Hidden Weight of Being the Eldest Daughter

    I was minding my own business one day when a video about eldest daughters showed up on my Instagram feed. It was an influencer talking about the struggles of being the eldest daughter. At first I scrolled past it. Then another video appeared. And another.

    Suddenly I realized something uncomfortable.

    I related to almost all of it.

    I have always felt like the man of the house. Why you might ask, I don’t know, I just feel like it. I earn money, give it to my mother and then mind my own business and let my mom run the house.

    So when I saw those videos one after another, it felt weird but relatable on a deeper level.

    But why is that? Why do I feel like that?

    Where does this “elder daughter syndrome” even start?

    An elder or eldest daughter is the first-born female child in a family, or the oldest daughter among siblings. She is the girl with the highest chronological age among her sisters and brothers.

    She is often viewed as a “third parent” or role model in the family and to her siblings.

    She is frequently expected to be responsible, nurturing, and emotionally grounded, acting as a caretaker for her younger siblings.

    Being the oldest female sibling in your family can have an impact on your personality and behavior. And this my friend is a universal feeling, every eldest daughter has felt growing up.

    If you had grown up as an eldest daughter, you might have felt the sense of responsibility towards your house and family that you still carry in your adulthood.

    Some Common traits people associate with it :

    Many eldest daughters report growing up as the:

    1. The responsible one

    Parents expect them to be mature early.
    Helping with younger siblings, chores, or being the “example”.

    2. The emotional mediator

    They become the person who:

    calming fights
    comforting parents
    managing everyone’s emotions

    Basically the family therapist before they’re even adults.

    3. High expectations Things like:

    better grades
    better behavior
    more discipline
    Mistakes are judged more harshly because they’re “the eldest”.

    4. Hyper-independence Because they learned early that people depend on them, they often struggle to:

    ask for help
    relax
    let others take responsibility

    5. Pressure to succeed Sometimes they feel their life choices reflect on the whole family.

    Let’s be honest I personally relate to all of it (except the best grade part, because I hated studying the most in the world, so I left that part on my sister who is a middle child and that’s a different struggle altogether), as I have felt like this for a long time. And as an adult I do struggle in asking for help. I’ve spent so many years being the reliable one that the idea of needing support feels uncomfortable.

    Part of me still believes I should be able to handle everything on my own.

    Why does this happen?

    In many cases, it’s begins with simple family dynamics.

    When people become parents for the first time, they are still figuring things out. The eldest child often becomes the learning experience. By the time younger siblings arrive, parents have already learned from those early mistakes.

    The eldest also almost always becomes a role model naturally, making your siblings follow you and that also increases responsibilities in older children.

    Why does the eldest daughter often feel more burned out than the eldest son?

    Birth order alone doesn’t explain it. The difference mostly comes from how boys and girls are socialized inside families.
    Emotional labor vs achievement pressure
    In many households, the eldest son is pushed toward external success.

    He hears things like:

    Study well.
    Get a good job.
    Take care of the family financially later.
    The eldest daughter often gets a different set of expectations.

    She is expected to manage the emotional climate of the house.

    That includes things like:

    calming younger siblings.
    helping with their homework.
    assisting the mother with chores.
    being “mature” and well-behaved.
    understanding parents’ struggles.

    The problem is that emotional labor has no clear boundaries. It never really ends.
    If your job is just to study or build a career, you can log off at some point.

    If your role is keeping everyone emotionally stable, you’re always on duty.

    That’s where the burnout comes from.
    Parentification

    Psychologists sometimes call this parentification.

    It means a child starts acting like a third parent too early.

    This might look like:

    babysitting siblings constantly.
    mediating fights between family members.
    feeling responsible for parents’ feelings.
    being the “reliable one” who cannot mess up.

    Some eldest sons experience this too. But statistically, daughters are asked to do it more often, especially in cultures where caregiving is linked to femininity.

    The “good daughter” trap

    Another subtle factor is behavior expectations.

    Girls are usually rewarded for being:
    responsible
    quiet
    helpful
    emotionally aware

    So the eldest daughter learns very quickly that love and approval come from being dependable.

    Over time, that becomes part of her identity. Even as an adult she might feel guilty if she doesn’t step in and fix things.
    That’s where the long-term exhaustion shows up.

    The bigger point

    The “eldest daughter syndrome” conversation online resonates because it captures a real pattern. Girls are often trained early to be caretakers.

    That training builds strengths like:

    emotional intelligence
    leadership
    resilience

    But it can also create adults who feel responsible for everyone else’s stability except their own.

    The healthiest shift later in life is learning that being capable doesn’t mean you must carry everything.

    How can one overcome this?

    To be honest, we all know that the “eldest daughter burnout” isn’t fixed by one trick. It usually comes from years of conditioning. You learned that your value comes from being useful, responsible, and emotionally available. That doesn’t disappear overnight.

    But it can be undone. Here’s what actually helps.

    1. Stop confusing responsibility with self-worth

    Many eldest daughters internalize this belief, “If I don’t hold things together, everything will fall apart.”

    That sounds noble, but it’s also a control illusion. Families function with or without you managing everything.

    What this really means is learning to ask yourself a simple question before stepping in.

    Is this actually my responsibility, or am I volunteering because I feel guilty if I don’t?

    A lot of burnout disappears the moment you stop adopting problems that aren’t yours.

    2. Set boundaries with family (even small ones)

    This is the hardest step because families resist it.

    If you’ve been the reliable one for years, people expect it. The moment you stop over-functioning, someone will say things like:

    You’ve changed
    You don’t care anymore
    You used to help more

    That pushback doesn’t mean you’re wrong. It means the system is adjusting.
    Start small:

    don’t solve every sibling problem
    don’t mediate every family conflict
    let adults handle their own issues

    You’re not abandoning people. You’re returning responsibility to where it belongs.

    3. Stop being the emotional sponge

    Many eldest daughters absorb everyone’s emotions. They listen to every complaint, every crisis, every frustration.

    That creates a hidden load.

    You can care about someone without becoming their emotional container.
    Sometimes the healthiest response is simply, “That sounds tough. I hope you figure it out.”

    Notice the difference. You acknowledged them without taking ownership of the problem.

    4. Build an identity outside “the responsible one”.

    This is important.

    If your identity for years was:

    The dependable one
    the strong one
    the one who handles everything

    Then relaxing feels wrong. Almost selfish.
    You need other identities too:

    writer
    friend
    athlete
    traveler
    learner.

    Your life cannot revolve only around being useful to others.

    5. Accept that people may see you differently

    When you stop over-functioning, some people will think you became colder.
    In reality, you probably just became healthier.

    A lot of women delay this step because they want everyone to remain comfortable. But growth often means someone else loses the convenience they had with you.

    That’s part of adulthood.

    Conclusion

    For many years I thought this constant sense of responsibility was simply part of my personality. Only recently did I realize it might also be the role I was trained to play as the eldest daughter.

    At its core, what people call eldest daughter syndrome is really about roles learned early in life. Many eldest daughters grow up being dependable, mature, and emotionally aware long before they are ready for that weight. Over time, those expectations can turn into pressure, and that pressure can lead to exhaustion.

    But the same experiences that create burnout also build powerful strengths. Eldest daughters often develop resilience, leadership, and deep emotional intelligence because they learned how to navigate responsibility early. The challenge in adulthood is not to erase those qualities, but to balance them with self-respect and boundaries.

    Learning to step back, share responsibility, and prioritize personal well-being allows women to keep their strength without carrying the entire emotional load of others. In the end, growth comes from recognizing that being capable does not mean being responsible for everything. True strength lies in knowing when to support others and when to protect your own energy.

    Hi, it has been a while, but I have been so busy with everything.

    I am trying to be more active from now on.

    Thank you so much for reading this far. 🤗🌷

    Do let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕


  • What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

    Everytime someone asks me these kind of questions, I don’t know what to say, I freeze, and I didn’t answer right away. Not because I didn’t know, but because my mind tried to dress the answer up into something impressive. Something productive. That hesitation told me more than the question itself.

    When I answered honestly, it was simple. The last time I truly lost track of time was a night out dancing with friends on my best friend’s birthday. Music loud, body moving, phone forgotten. I wasn’t trying to document it or make it mean anything. I was just there. And I remember how light I felt afterward.

    That made me realize something uncomfortable. Most of what I call “fun” lately is just recovery. Scrolling when I’m drained. Watching something because I’m too tired to think. It passes the time, but it doesn’t feed me.

    When I pay attention, real play shows up the same way every time for me. Dancing, because it pulls me back into my body. Writing, because it lets me disappear into my own thoughts. Both make time dissolve. Both leave me more energized than when I started. Neither needs an audience to count.

    Somewhere along the way, I started treating play like a reward. Something I save for birthdays, weekends, or when everything else is handled. Even the things I love, reading, watching a show I know I’ll enjoy, I keep pushing to later, as if joy needs to be earned.

    So I’m asking myself this now, and maybe you should too: when was the last time you did something purely for play or fun? Not to cope. Not to be productive. Just because it made you feel alive. If the answer feels far away, that’s not a failure. It’s an invitation.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕