A bite of change

There's one thing which nobody tells you. Not even your therapist. Not your professor when you're studying therapeutic techniques. Not your course books. Not even those digital life-coach Instagram reels. Acceptance and acknowledgement of change are two very different things and even more differently coloured feelings. Acknowledging that things are changing is simpler and more monochromatic in nature. Accepting it is another ball game altogether. If I were to define last month for me, the word would be humbling. In a myriad of emotions, places and thoughts- from feeling happy after a good day at work, to be lost and experiencing brain fog, my hypochondriac tendencies, finally finishing a kdrama pending on my list for long and feeling giddy with happiness like a ten year old. My inner fangirl never fails to surprise me. Come what may, stories and characters lift her spirit and makes her feel that maybe some part of Disney isn't entirely a fantasy. 

But amidst all this, I’m learning that change, whether acknowledged or accepted, is inevitable. Some days, I resist it, clinging to the comfort of what once was, and on others, I try to convince myself that maybe, one day, it will all make sense. It’s hard to be vulnerable, harder still when it feels like that vulnerability is met with silence or dismissed.  And yet, perhaps part of growth is learning to sit with the ebb and flow of life, the quiet shifts and the spaces that feel unfamiliar. Change doesn’t always announce itself with clarity, and sometimes, it simply asks us to move forward without knowing exactly why. Maybe, in time, even this will find its place. Maybe acceptance isn’t a one-time decision but a slow, repetitive process—one that unfolds in quiet moments, nestled between laughter, self-doubt, and the small, unexpected joys that catch you off guard. Like the first bite of a croffle after ages. Just seeing it made me happy, but tasting it felt like revisiting a forgotten warmth. The café, run by an elderly couple, had a charm of its own. What began as a simple ice-cream sampling, encouraged by the kind owner, turned into a memory I didn’t realize I needed. And if stories and characters remind me that even the most ordinary moments hold magic, then perhaps embracing change is just another story waiting to be lived. Maybe, in the midst of all this change, what I truly need is to focus on myself and to grow into my own person first, to embrace the quiet strength of knowing that I am enough. Pretty random musings but I really wanted to write today toh abhi ke liye bas itna hi..