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Special to sab ho sakte hain, but what’s the pressure?

Updated: Mar 12

Har roz sunti hoon—

“Tum multitasking queen ho!”

“Itni chhoti umar mein itna sab kuch? That’s amazing!”


Sunne mein achha lagta hai, I won’t lie.

Par kabhi kabhi sochti hoon…

Am I really that special?

Ya bas sab thoda zyada visible ho gaya hai?


Kya hota hai special?

Koi superpower?

Koi extraordinary talent?

Ya bas ek insaan jo life ko sambhalna seekh raha ho?


Mujhe lagta hai, special sirf wahi nahi hote jo har baar sabse aage ho—

Special woh bhi hote hain jo apne silent battles jeet ke uthte hain, bina tamasha kiye.


Log bolte rahenge:

“You’re doing so much!”

“You’re going to make it big!”

And if you're hearing that…

take it as a soft little reminder—

that you’re making progress.

And maybe, that’s enough.


Par iska matlab ye nahi ki tumhe hamesha perform karna hai.

Hamesha sambhalna hai.

Hamesha perfect dikhna hai.


Tumhe break lena allowed hai.

Tum thak sakte ho.

Tum galti kar sakte ho.

Aur phir se uth sakte ho.


Aur jinhe ye kabhi sunne ko nahi milta—

please remember:

You’re not any less special.


Bas fark sirf itna hai ki kisi ki journey thodi zyada dikh rahi hai,

aur kisi ki abhi shuru ho rahi hai.


Tumhare efforts matter karte hain, chahe koi notice kare ya nahi.

Aur tumhara pace, tumhara time—ye sab valid hai.


So here’s a little message from me to you:


To anyone reading this—

told or untold, hyped or hidden—

You are special.

Not because the world says it.

But because you show up, you try, and you keep going.


No pressure to be the best.

Bas apni life ka version best banate rehna, on your own terms.


Aur agar kabhi baat karni ho—

my DMs are always open. 💌


I see you.

And I’m proud of you.

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