Khatron Ke Khiladi: Ranipuram Edition

Hey bells💓

welcome back to my little corner of the internet where nothing makes sense but somehow everything becomes a story. so today’s episode is the chaos called my first ever trek and honestly my friends was just watching me like “this girl really came huh.”

okay so it all started one random night, somewht evening something, when my friend just said, “ranipuram hogvana  nale?”
and instead of using our brain cells, all of us said YES like we were contestants of Khatron Ke Khiladi signing a contract we didn’t read.

morning 6am we gathered like zombies, hair standing, eyes sleepy, but vibe was vibing. we planned to book a car but destiny said “no” and our friend magically got a car from a hotel owner who trusted him with his driving skills. blessings to that man because we saved so much money you won’t believe.

four of us into the car, two on the bike, loud music blasting like we owned the world, cold breeze , rubber plantations all around , sun playing hide n seek, everything giving aesthetic road trip moment.

and then… universe pressed the drama button.

just before reaching, our bike duo fell straight into full muddy soup. we jumped out like Avengers but luckily no fractures, just scratches and extra protein of mud everywhere.

and bells the funniest part?
our hero was dying inside because his heroine fell with him. his leg was literally bleeding but sir was sad because “she got hurt because of me.”i swear love makes people dumb in the cutest way. certified fact. But one thing i realized is people in love often care about there loved ones more thwn themselves.

locals there were angels . someone guided us to clinic, another guy took us to his friend’s house, they bathed, changed clothes and came out freshen up.

after all that drama next stop: the famous Glass Bridge.

 Ticket: 200 per head. 

Excitement level: 100. 

Reality: 50. 💢

The bridge wasn’t even 50 meters properly, under construction, cement and rods below. Basically, all the money we saved from the car… vanished here. But we still sat there, clicked photos like it was Eiffel Tower,  enjoyed the cold breeze, listened to the waterfall, and pretended it was worth it n made it work okay.( if u hv ur crazy crackheades with u , u can enjoy anywhere).

lunchtime hit and we stopped at this dhaaba.that bun chai + egg curry + parotta combo next to a mini waterfall? ababbab.
clicked random pictures like we owned the place and then headed to the main villain to me: the trek, rain decided to do soft launch, so we wore raincoats looking like different colours of walking dustbins. bought tickets, parked, and started climbing.

every rock, every slope was just insulting me. i was taking breaks like it was the purpose of the trek.
after 2 and half hours of trauma we reached this small shop and drank lassi that tasted like god’s apology for everything.That lassi tasted like heaven after the suffering💓 I went through but the moment we saw the view, everything ,every struggle, every breath, every leg pain just melted away.   Then we climbed the final part and reached the miracle spot. Bells, the wind was so wild that we couldn’t even stand properly. My hair was flying straight up like I was trying to communicate with aliens.(trying to connect with satellites.)

oh and our hero again got attacked by leeches on the way, fighting them like they owed him rent.after surviving nature’s torture, we returned. and bells… the journey was STILL not done.💟

 let me tell you the returning scene because that itself was a full thriller movie. first of all, our car headlight was so dim it felt like someone holded candel instead of a bulb. the road was narrow n steap like tirupati ghat but darker, scarier, and made only for people with no future plans. google maps literally gave up on us mid-way, like “ bro idk figure it out yourself.” plus, no network anywhere. zero bars. emergency calls only. and bike duo? they took another route. their phone died. no communication. no updates. nothing. it was giving missing-cases vibes. we were trying to ask directions from locals but no common language, only location name.straight , left, right. we legit got worried thinking “did they reach or are they stuck with leeches again.” finally after dropping our friend at the bus stand, like god’s timing, we got their call and only then we breathed properly. and after all the drama, even we finally reached our destination alive. by the time we reached our hostels it was 7:30pm and my hotel gate closes at 7. soooo obviously i had to do thief entry.decided to go to friends PG.😉

PG owner was sitting on the steps👦 ,so i did climbing ladder mission from the backside like a monkey escaping jungle. finally got inside, took bath, slept like i was in coma.

next morning i woke up at 6 something, ran back to my hostel pretending nothing happened.
oh and we also plucked guava from a tree in parking like professional gardeners with criminal background.💝

and yeah bells… that was my first trek. messy, chaotic, full of drama, full of laughs, unforgettable.
one big lesson: when your friends call you for plans, just say yes. later in life you will have money, maybe time, but not this exact group, this exact vibe, this exact madness. So please do ur trip , pack the bag n go n fly in the nautres lap of miracles.

until next time bells💗
yours pearl.💗🐚

Love Is Not the Same for All---- And That’s Its Magic

 Hello bells! 🌷

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. Today I want to talk about something we all crave, chase, and yet often fail to define love💕.

For me, love is like coming home after a long day 🏡. It’s peace, it’s security, and yet it’s freedom 🕊. If I had to give it a picture it would be birds flying in a wide open sky free but together moving in their own rhythm yet still connected.

Love doesn’t wear the same face for everyone. Some days it feels like winter ❄ quiet, calm, a soft silence wrapping you in warmth. Some days it blooms like spring 🌸 full of laughter, new beginnings, and joy. Sometimes it burns like summer ☀ irritating, exhausting, but still necessary. And sometimes, it arrives like rain 🌧  soothing, refreshing, and absolutely needed for life to keep moving.

The beauty of love is that it doesn’t need words 💌. It hides in small actions, in unspoken glances, in the comfort of silence. It’s in the food ur mother serves with care 🍲, in the monney ur father slips into ur hand without saying a word 💵, in the little fights with ur siblings 🤼, in ur grandma secretly pressing a note into ur palm 💖, in ur grandpa buying you chocolates 🍫.Ur name, birthdays being someones mobile password.All tiny acts, but all loud with love.

And love isn’t just about people. It’s everywhere 🌍. In the way Mother Earth holds us 🌱, in the way trees stand tall giving us shade and fruits 🌳, in the way friends stick around when days get tough 🤗, in the way teachers light our path with patience 📖. Love wears countless disguises, and it’s up to us to notice them.

Artists find love in their art 🎨 every brushstroke carrying a piece of their soul. Musicians find it in melodies 🎶, where even silence between notes feels like love speaking. Priests find it in God 🙏, surrendering to something greater. And me? I find it within myself 🌷. That’s selflove  not fancy or loud, but quiet forgiveness, patience, and the courage to still believe in myself on the days when I feel like giving up.

Romantic love? 💕 Aaaa that’s its own story. People often think it’s grand gestures, roses 🌹, candlelight 🕯, and perfection. But the truth is  love is messy. It’s saving the last bite for someone 🍴, it’s asking “reached home?” 📱 after a long day, it’s listening when you’re tired, it’s fighting but never giving up. It’s not flawless, but it’s real. And that’s what makes it beautiful.Then there’s the love of pets 🐾 maybe the purest of them all. A dog running to u the moment u step home 🐶, a cat curling against you 🐱 as if to say, “You’re my world.” No conditions, no judgments, just presence. Isn’t that the purest love we’ll ever know?

Love is not a noun, not a verb, not even an equation we can solve ➗. Math may have one solution for each problem, but love? Love has no single answer. It bends, it changes, it grows. It’s an endless story that every heart writes in its own way 💞.

So maybe the truth is this  love is everywhere, and everywhere is love.✨ The question is not “does love exist?” but rather *“are we willing to see it?”so bells what do u think where u will find ur love ?👀

Until next time, yours Pearl.🌸💫

💘💘Do comment if u found ur answer.🎀( Will be waiting to know)

Where is our DDLJ moment : The Rom Com is not Dead you just need to try

Hello bells!💝

Welcome to my little corner of the internet.

Let’s have a little heart-to-heart today❤‍🔥.Just you, me, and that quiet ache we don’t talk about enough

Where did the butterflies go?🦋

Like really why dont boys propose like they used to anymore?😭 What happened to those trembling hands, sweaty palms, those hands colder then the classroom AC,💨  the nervous pace like they are defusing bomb 💣 ,the breath that caught halfway through a sentence? When did we trade in shivers for shortcuts?  The look in eye screaming I will faint if you say NO

There was a time when guy used to literally practice the confession like it was school play script. those messed up more then 10 times ,maybe asking his friends ,"Does this sounds ok?"

Where are the flowers? plucked from ur neighbours garden . not just a hello with heart emoji? ❤‍🔥💗

The awkward rehearsals in front of a mirror?  Where’s that nervous wreck standing in the corridor, praying to every god he knows just to say, “I like you.”🤌🏼

These days?

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“U free?”

“Ya.”

“Wanna go out?”

“Okay.”

Proposal: delivered.

Vibes: dead.

We've gone from DDLJ, ✨Jab We Met 💖to Delivered. Seen. Ignored. From butterflies 🦋in the stomach to bland in the chat box. From fairytale moments to forgettable notifications.

But love, Love was never meant to be normal.🌕✨👌🏻

It was meant to be a little messy. A little scary. A little magical.✨

It was meant to make your knees weak and your heart loud louder than the DJ at our Aakriti (college fest) louder than logic, louder than fear.🌻💗

What happened to those 30 seconds of courage?

That tiny window of bravery when your whole world slowed down and your heart whispered,

“Just go for it.”🦚

Where’s the stolen glances during lectures?

The eye contacts👁👁 that lasted just one second longer than they should’ve?

Where are the little circles you took around the whole corridor just for a two-second glance?💟

Those missions with your squad being the FBI detective agent to find their section, their branch, their timetable ,their favourite snack…Heck, even their dog’s name or their blood group too if needed?😂

Where’s the thrill of hearing their name in the middle of nowhere how your ears would literally stand up like they were trained for it?The silent crushes you guarded like treasure, the little sparks of jealousy that made your stomach flip, the nicknames only your heart knew?🪽

And oh god—remember Truth or Dare?💘

“Who’s your crush?” the iconic question of our game .The stares. The giggles. The chaos. The full-blown friend drama that followed. Now? Everyone’s too bold. Too cool. Too quick.

I’m not saying we need flash mobs in malls (but also... I wouldn’t complain, just saying).I’m just asking for a little spark. A little effort. Let’s not normalize these robotic,  and dry proposals  ,microwave-speed love stories .Let’s bring back the slow burn, the butterflies, the build-up.

Let’s fall💗 in love 💓with falling💖 in love again.💘

Because love—real love—

Is supposed to give you goosebumps.❤

It’s supposed to make boring corridors feel like castles.🏫

It’s supposed to make a name feel like poetry.🧾

It’s supposed to make ordinary days feel extraordinary.💫

So to all my bells reading this…

Go confess.💪 Go feel. 😀Go live your rom-com.🍂♡🎔

Because you deserve a love story worth remembering.😇

All it takes is 30 seconds of courage—and a heart that’s done hiding.

Until next time,

yours Pearl.🐚

When Feelings Stay But People's Dont: The Echo Of Love In Empty Room

 Hello bells💖

Welcome to my little corner of the internet.💗

 Today, this is for the silent lovers—the ones who love with their whole heart but never get a name in someone else’s story. The ones who hold love like a secret, screaming inside but never letting a sound escape. If that’s you, sit down, breathe, and read on.  

You know what’s the purest yet the most painful thing? Loving without expectations. Loving without ever hearing "I love you too."💔 Loving like a fool, even when the world tells you to stop. Some love stories are never meant to be told, just felt, deeply, endlessly, and alone. A love that was unnoticed, yet you celebrated it like a festival within you.  

People say,  If someone is meant to be yours, they will come back.🎶 But do you really believe that? In this generation? The truth is, not everyone gets their love story. Some confess and lose, some stay silent and still lose. And the worst part? Both hurt the same.  

One-sided love is a storm you can’t escape, a battle you never win, a wound that never stops aching. It’s a missing puzzle piece you will never have, yet you keep searching for it in every face, every song, every memory. You love in the shadows while they shine in someone else’s light. You write their name in every prayer, and they never even notice. And when they finally find love—with someone who isn’t you ,you smile, because what else can you do?  

And here’s the cruel irony the one who truly loved is the one who suffers. The one who never valued that love walks away happy, untouched, and whole. But you? You carry the weight of a love that never got a chance. It’s unfair, isn’t it? Some love stories never make it to the pages, they just remain in the margins unnoticed, yet deeply felt.  

They say love is blind. And I’ve seen it people falling for someone completely opposite, like kichdi and biryani forced on the same plate. One totally unworthy of being with other, You might have come across some couple where the brightest red 💕 carpet will get the wildest green amazon💚 and yet somehow, they make it work. But when it comes to one-sided love? There’s no balance, no fairness, no explanation. You love, they don’t. It’s as simple and as painful as that.  

People will think you’ve moved on. Aah, no bro, you didn’t. You just stopped talking about it. You just learned to hide it better. But let someone ask you to make a wish, and their name will still be the first to cross your mind. You think you’ve forgotten, but no, you’re just avoiding the songs, the places, and the little things that bring them back. That’s how deep one-sided love runs it stays, even when you don’t want it to. 🐸 

But listen to me if you carry the bricks of your past, you will keep building the same pain again and again. Close that window, even if the view is breathtaking. Leave. No matter how much you loved, no matter how much it hurts walk away. Bcz what’s the point of pouring your soul into someone who never even held their hands out to catch it?  

If you have so much love within you  why not give some to yourself?💝 One day, when the rain has stopped, when the ache has settled into a memory, someone will walk in. 🎇Not as a missing piece, not as a dream you chase but as someone who stays. Someone who sees the love you carry and this time they will hold it like it’s the rarest thing in the world. 🌏 

Until next time,  

yours, Pearl.🌈

Between Whispers and Heartbeat :A Love Which Found Its Own Name.

Hey bells💓

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. 

This story isn’t just about love — it’s about destiny playing its cards in the most unexpected ways. A tale where emotions ran high, friendships were tested, and love quietly carved its own path.  

Our hero — let’s call him Mr. Dreamer — was a brilliant yet distant soul, someone who had seen more than his fair share of life’s realities. A thinker, often lost in his thoughts yet sharp when it mattered. Then there’s our heroine Ms. Velvet — warm, kind-hearted, and effortlessly radiant. She was the type of person who’d fix a stranger’s day with a smile.  

At first, life was chill. They were all just a bunch of buddies hanging out, pulling each other's legs, and sharing food (because that’s what real friendships are about, right?).🌹

One day, Friend 1 out of nowhere, Friend 1 decided to shoot his shot — a full-blown, heartfelt confession. He poured his feelings into a long emotional message, the kind that makes you scroll and scroll. But Ms. Velvet? She read it, sighed, and replied with a simple:

"Sorry, I’m not interested."

News of this rejection spread like wildfire. Rumors, whispers — everyone seemed to know. Even Mr. Dreamer heard about it, but he didn’t dwell on it much. After all, feelings came and went — or so he thought.  💌

Days later, everything seems to be normal Friend 2 revealed to Mr. Dreamer that he have feelings for Ms. Velvet. within, no time Friend 3 too confessed his feelings  But this wasn’t just a crush — Friend 3 admired her like she was some celestial being, too perfect for this world. It was intense, almost obsessive. Yet Ms. Velvet had no clue about either of these feelings.  

Then came the turning point — a group trip. Somewhere between bus rides and shared meals, things began to shift. While having lunch one afternoon, Friend 3 blurted out something — a small comment that hinted at his feelings for Ms. Velvet. She caught on immediately and, feeling uncomfortable, quietly distanced herself. This crushed Friend 3, leaving him feeling rejected yet again.  

Days passed, and whispers faded. By their third year, everything seemed calm — until it wasn’t.  

 by the time they hit the third year  things took a turn without even realizing it, Mr. Dreamer and Ms. Velvet naturally gravitated toward each other. Their conversations turned deeper, their connection stronger. It wasn’t forced — it just happened. Soon, rumors started swirling that they were dating.

But what sealed their fate was their Industrial Visit — a trip to Ooty and Wayanad🌈. The foggy roads, the chilly breeze, a perfect romantic place and those quiet glances — it felt like the universe had turned into their personal cupid. Somewhere between sightseeing and late-night talks, they knew.  

No grand gestures. No dramatic confessions. Just a soft, simple realization — “I feel safe with you.'

For the next few days, Ooty felt like their own little fairytale. 🎡But reality struck fast.  

Back home, Ms. Velvet's elder sister stumbled upon their chats. Curious and suspicious, she followed Mr. Dreamer on Instagram. Soon enough, the classic Bollywood moment arrived dumtananana dumtananana  — her parents were informed.  

Being the caring yet concerned parents they were, they told Ms. Velvet, “Stay friends, stay close, but don’t step into something serious right now.”  

But Ms. Velvet wasn’t one to back down. For the first time, she stood up for what she believed in. Love makes you stronger, after all.🌹  

While her parents eventually eased up, her sister didn’t. Furious and frustrated,  oh boy — she turned into a full-on keyboard warrior. From ranting in Mr. Dreamer’s DMs to deleting messages before he could even read them — it was like her frustration had its own daily routine

And here’s where life played its classic twist — the "two cats and a monkey" moment.  

Friend 2 and Friend 3 ★— the two who once had their hearts set on Ms. Velvet — were like the cats, fighting fiercely for something they believed was theirs. Meanwhile, Mr. Dreamer, who hadn’t even realized his own feelings back then, ended up being the monkey — unintentionally stepping in and walking away with what they both longed for.  

But here’s the thing — Mr. Dreamer never felt like he’d ‘won.’ Deep down, he carried a quiet guilt, like he had taken something away from his friends. Yet life had already chosen its path.  

Today, Mr. Dreamer and Ms. Velvet are still together — not because they fought for it, but because love quietly found its way through the chaos. 💢 

Sometimes, destiny doesn’t need grand gestures or dramatic moments — just two hearts willing to hold on.  

Let’s hope they write their happy ending soon... after all, love always finds a way. 🍀 

Until next time, keep believing in love’s quiet magic.💗

yours pearl.💗🐚

The Only Time Says: Are They Just Friendsq

 The Only Time Says: Are They Just Friends? 

Hey Bells🔔,

Welcome to my little corner of the internet.💌

Let me take you on a journey—one that was never meant to be a love story💘, yet somehow, it lingers in the space between what is and what could have been.🫣

So, let me introduce you to Mr velvet🤗—an obedient, brilliant, yet fun-loving guy who enjoys pulling people’s legs but secretly has a soft side for those he cares about. And then there's Melody 🎠—an average student, a die-hard Bollywood fan💃🏻, and a talkative, lively girl from a small village. Two completely opposite personalities. Do they puzzle each other?🧩

Back in our 6th and 7th grade, the three of us were new to the school. But, like most of our classrooms rooted in an Asian mentality, boys and girls hardly interacted. As far as I knew, Mr.velvet used to sit behind melody , and there was no connection between them. I left after two years, and for all I knew, they were just classmates.

Fast forward to our pre-university days—we met again. Fate had its own plans. Mr.velvet took Electronics, while melody and I chose Biology. Though she was in a different section, we still shared the same language classes. And interestingly, Mr .velvet  was in the same class too. Over time, our friendship faded a bit—we had our own circles, our own lives. Two years passed, and we all moved on to college.😇

And destiny? It played its role once again. Mr velvet and I ended up in the same college, while Melody's was nearby.🎒 Mr.velvet was still the same "Sigma" guy—focused, distant, lost in his world of studies, music, and art. Melody? I had no clue about her anymore.🫠

Then, after three whole years, something unexpected happened. A common friend—let’s call him Cupid (trust me, this guy deserves his own story😉😋!)—casually mentioned that Mr Velvet had been texting a girl. And not just texting—he was soft, caring, and unlike his usual self with her.

And guess who the girl was?

None other than Melody .

The same girl I was once best friends with. The same girl he never even interacted with in school. I never saw this coming.🤓

Cupid untangled the story for me. They weren’t "just friends." Something was there, lingering, waiting to be acknowledged. But when we playfully confronted Mr velvet, he brushed it off with a classic defence, “We’re just friends, it’s not like how you guys are thinking.”

Classic, right? But how could we let it go just like that?🤨 As Asian students, it is our sacred duty to ship our friends with the ones they are even slightly close to. And so, we followed our parampara religiously! and shipped them hard😂. The more we teased, the more he built his walls. He wouldn’t show us their chats. He wouldn’t even give me bubbles’s number so I could dig deeper.

And then came the line that hit me: “One day, I’ll be someone’s husband, and she’ll be someone’s wife. We won’t be able to talk like this anymore.”💔❤‍🔥

He’d cut her off before anything even began.

Deep down, this sentence made me feel like he was screaming, *We’re not meant to be together.* And it’s echoing in my ears now.🥲

Practical? Yes. Fair? That’s the question.

Is he just hiding his feelings? Or are we overhyping a simple friendship? Should they take a chance or let things stay as they are? Love isn’t always grand confessions and dramatic moments—sometimes, it’s in the art of silently loving someone, pretending it’s nothing.

And I do feel our Mr. Velvet is mastering this art of being a silent lover while pretending to be just a friend.🫂

What do you think, Bells? Let’s turn the table—should Velvet break his walls, or is this just another story only time will tell?

Until next time,

Your Pearl.🐚

Unexpected Adventures: Love, Rain, and a Broken Bike

Hello, my lovely bells!

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! 

🌟 First off, I want to thank each of you for your incredible support and love—your comments and messages always brighten my day! ❤️

Today, I've got a story that sounds like it’s straight out of a Bollywood movie, but trust me, it really happened to someone I know. Let’s dive in!

So, we had a long weekend with three days off, and as typical hostellers, everyone was excited to head home. But one of my friends, let’s call her Sweetheart, decided to stay back since her mom wasn’t home. Little did she know, an unexpected adventure awaited her!

One evening, after her classes, she started feeling a bit under the weather with a fever. Her boyfriend, let’s call him Charming, was heading home too, and while she felt sad about it, they kept texting. He let her know he had reached a certain location (let’s call it Place X), and after some Snapchat exchanges, she realized he was at his college!

Feeling a bit irritated when he updated her with different locations, Sweetheart told him to switch to WhatsApp. Later that night, at around 10:30 PM, he texted her that he was home. They both fell asleep, but poor Sweetheart couldn’t rest well due to her cold. She finally woke up late the next morning when her dad called, but she didn’t mention her fever to avoid worrying her parents. 

But, as parents do, they noticed something was off and video called her. When they saw her swollen eyes, they insisted she see a doctor. Right after that call, Charming called her, noticing her voice sounded different. He immediately asked about her health, and when she confessed she was feeling ill, he insisted she see a doctor. He even offered to send a friend to take her!

What happened next was adorable. He told her to brush her teeth, take a hot bath, and eat breakfast—totally unlike his usual advice of just getting good sleep and resting. After about 30 minutes on the phone, he called her again, making her panic since she hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet. But she quickly brushed her hair and picked up the call. He was standing by a tree, and to her surprise, he revealed he was at their college bus stop!

Feeling excited and a bit guilty for making him wait, she hurried to get ready, and they decided to head out together. He recently bought a new bike, and they set off on a 5-hour round trip to a beautiful ghat (let's keep it a secret name). However, luck wasn’t on their side—Sweetheart forgot her umbrella, and as soon as they arrived at the ghat, it started pouring!

Despite getting soaked, they made the best of it, enjoying the rain and singing along the way. After some time, they decided to head back, but their bike broke down about five minutes later! Stuck in the middle of nowhere, they were a bit panicked.

An uncle from a nearby house suggested she stay with his family while they waited for a mechanic, but Charming  was hesitant to leave her there alone. She reassured him, and he offered to go with the scooter guy to find a garage while she waited. They kept checking in on each other every few minutes, both feeling a bit worried yet amused by the situation. 

After about an hour, an old model car arrived with the mechanic, who checked the bike. Luckily, it wasn’t as damaged as they feared, but it still needed some time for repairs. As the clock ticked, Sweetheart realized they needed to hurry because of hostel curfew rules. Her boyfriend insisted she take a bus back, but she decided to stay with him. Finally, after some waiting, the bike was ready, With a swift twist of the throttle, Charming sped off, determined to get Sweetheart back to her hostel in time. 🚀❤️

So, this is the true story of Sweetheart and Charming! I know it sounds unbelievable—breakdowns, rain, and unexpected shelter—but it all happened in real life. Isn’t it amazing how life can surprise us?

Whirlwind romance that made readers heart go doki doki! 🎬💕.A story of unexpected rain, a broken bike, and the kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat! Who knew life could be so cinematic? 🌈

I hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster ride of a tale! Drop your thoughts in the comments below about this adorable couple, and let me know if you’ve had a similar adventure! 

Until next time,

 it’s a bye from your 

pearl! 🌊✨

Onam vibes

 Onam Vibes: A Colorful College Celebration of Culture and Fun!

Hey Bells! 🌟 

Welcome to my little corner of Internet !

Today was nothing short of magical—our college was alive with the vibrant spirit of Onam! For those who might not know, Onam is a traditional festival celebrated mainly in Kerala, marking the homecoming of the mythical King Mahabali. It symbolizes prosperity, harvest, and unity, bringing people together in a grand celebration of culture and tradition. The festival features colorful flowers, delicious feasts, and vibrant dances, making it one of the most awaited events of the year!

So, this morning, I woke up a little earlier than usual—around 7 AM. I know, I know, that might not sound early to you, but for me, it felt like a major accomplishment! (💃💁) The excitement was palpable as I rushed to get ready for the festivities.

As I stepped out, the campus was transformed. Students dressed in traditional attire, vibrant floral decorations everywhere, and the aroma of onam wafting through the air—it was simply enchanting! 

The highlight? The thrilling dance performances that showcased Kerala’s rich culture. I couldn’t help but join in the fun, dancing and laughing with friends. 

After some classes, the fun really kicked off! I decided to try my hand at a smoky eye makeup look after watching a tutorial, and while it didn’t turn out exactly as I hoped, I was proud 🎉of my first attempt! Everyone looked stunning in their white traditional sarees and lehengas, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Then came the games! We participated in Pookalam, which is essentially a floral rangoli. It was such a blessing to see those beautiful flowers arranged in intricate designs. 

In the afternoon, we enjoyed flash mobs and a traditional parade, featuring the Hulikkunita, a vibrant tiger dance performed to the lively sounds of various instruments. The energy was infectious! 

Today was truly unforgettable as we captured every moment with our cameras, cherishing the laughter and memories made. It was a day filled with joy, unity, and a deep appreciation for our diverse traditions. I can’t wait to share more about this beautiful day with you all. Until next time, keep celebrating life! ✨

until next time ,

pearl🐚

(All the photos provided above belongs to the  owners)

let me know if u guys are interested to see our college onam celebration photos and videos.💓

A tale of unspoken feeling.

 

When timing and love collides: A Tale  Unspoken Feelings

Hi Bells....🔔

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*Welcome to My Little Corner of the Internet!*  

First off, a big thank you💗 to everyone who's been reading, commenting, and supporting me here. Your thoughts and reactions always mean the world🌏 to me!

Now, on to today's topic – something a little personal but full of heart. I want to share a story about a dear friend of mine. Let's dive right in...

So, picture this: my best friend – let's call her Miss Sunshine 🌞because that's exactly who she is – full of life, bubbly, and someone who puts her whole heart into relationships. She believes in that long-term, soul-deep kind of love. You know the type. She’s the kind of person who’d move mountains for the people she cares about.

Now, Miss Sunshine found herself drawn to someone completely different from her. He’s a senior in our branch 👲– the classic introvert. Not big on socializing, barely active on social media, and definitely not one to engage in small talk. But despite the silence, he has this calm, loyal energy about him. He’s genuine – the kind of guy who doesn’t play games or seek attention. And honestly, that made him stand out to her even more. 

She took a bold step and reached out to him on Instagram📱, hoping to be friends first. But as things turned out, he wasn’t giving her the vibe she expected – his replies were distant, and the connection just didn’t seem to spark✨.

Fast forward a few months, and things took an interesting turn. Through the grapevine🔍 (aka her best friend's detective skills), we discovered something we never expected. Apparently, this guy’s best friend has feelings for my bestie. And that’s why our senior has been holding back – out of loyalty to his friend. A noble move, right?

But wait, there’s more. We recently found out that our senior's guy bestfriend  already has a girlfriend. Yet, he’s still been paying attention to my friend, giving compliments here and there. So, here we are – caught in a classic, complicated mix of unspoken feelings, friendships, and timing. 

Honestly, we can’t blame our senior for being respectful towards his friend’s feelings. After all, isn’t that what friendship is about – sometimes holding back for the sake of someone else?

So, what’s the takeaway from today’s little love triangle? It’s not always about who likes whom, or even who’s the "perfect match💞." It’s about finding the right person at the right time. Because in the end, timing is everything🕑.

Until next time

Pearl🌊🐚

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My first ever blog .

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*Welcome to My Little Corner of the Internet! *

Hey there! 👋

You’ve just landed on my very first blog, and I couldn’t be more excited to have you here! Whether you’ve stumbled upon this page by chance or you’re here on purpose (thank you!), I’m thrilled to take you on this journey with me.

So, who am I? 🤔  

I’m just a regular person who loves sharing stories, experiences, and lessons from my day-to-day life. From my college life (trust me, there’s always something happening there) to giving advice on relationships or maybe even sharing your stories—this space is where we can talk about everything and anything!

What can you expect here?  

Honestly, it’ll be a little bit of everything. One day, I might write about a crazy day at college 🏫, and the next, it could be relationship advice 💬, lessons I’ve learned, or even a cool fan story someone shares with me. Basically, this blog is going to be full of surprises. So, stick around, and I promise it’ll be worth your time!

Oh, and by the way, I would like to call you guys *Bells*! It's a special nickname for all of you who join me here. 😊🔔

Why your comments matter 💬  

This blog isn’t just about me writing stuff—it’s about us connecting. I want to hear your thoughts, your stories, your advice! So don’t be shy—leave a comment, ask a question, or even share your own experiences. I’ll be checking in and replying because the whole point of this blog is for us to interact.

Let’s build this space together!  

As I continue posting, I’d love to know what YOU want to read. Feel free to drop ideas, topics, or just say hi. Thank you for taking the time to read my first post. You’re officially a part of my blogging journey, and I can’t wait to see where we go from here.

Until next time,  

Pearl🐚🐾

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