Diary of wings

 You Are Not Just Average — A Book That Speaks in Whispers, Not Noise We live in a world that celebrates loud confidence, bold achievements, and constant hustle. In the middle of all that noise, many of us have quietly wondered: “Am I enough?” “Is it okay that I’m not the loudest, the fastest, the most visible?” “What if I never stand out — does that mean I don’t matter?” If any of those thoughts have ever crossed your mind, this book is for you. --- 🔹 Not motivation. Not hype. Just truth. You Are Not Just Average isn’t a collection of quotes or quick fixes. It’s a soft space. A quiet room where your overthinking mind can rest. It doesn’t shout affirmations — it gently reminds you of things you already knew but forgot. You are allowed to move slow. You are allowed to not be perfect. You are allowed to be powerful — even in silence. --- 🔹 Who is this book really for? This book is for the ones who: feel unseen even when surrounded by people stay up at night questioning their worth ...

 Kya ladki hona aasan hai..? Sab puchte hain, lekin main kehna chahti hoon — ladki hona matlab har pal apni smartness, apna logic, apni awaz daba ke jeena. Ladki hone ka ek certificate pehle hi mil jaata hai –  “yeh toh bechari hai… chhodo… ladki hai.” “Ladki hai toh sarcasm nahi karegi…” “Logic nahi samjhegi…” “Shaadi karwao, zyada padhegi toh problem ho jaayegi…” Kyuuuu? Ab me esa kyu keh rhi hoon..? Ek din Ek din main apni friend se baatein kar rhi thi hmari abhi graduation khtm huyi hai toh hme next pg me admission Lena tha bahut confusion tha . Jab tumhara aim clear nhi rehta toh man bhatkta rehta hai kbhi koi yeh karne ki keh de toh uska sochne lgte ho kbhi kuchh koi or keh de toh whi thik smjhne lgte ho .  Toh meri friend ne bola ki wah law karegi LLB ka form bhar diya hai usne.  Tohh mene bhi socha agr wah kar rhi hai toh me bhi kar leti hoon wese mera koi khas interest nhi tha lekin me hmesha se hi ek dominant bnna chahti hoon esa dominant nhi ki me logo par...

Am I emotional miser? Am I an Emotional Miser? — A Soft Confession From a Girl Who Feels Too Much But Shows Too Little They say I'm kind. That I listen well. That my silence comforts them. But no one ever says, “She opens up.” And maybe that’s because I don’t. Sometimes I wonder — am I just reserved? Or am I… an emotional miser? You know how misers hoard money, counting coins in secret and never letting a single one slip through their fingers? That’s how I am with emotions. I feel deeply — my heart is a vast sea of unspoken waves — but when it comes to expressing them, I lock them in. I ration them. I smile when I should cry. I say "I'm fine" when I’m falling apart inside. I don’t do it to be mysterious or cold. I do it because… I don’t know how not to. When someone says, “Talk to me,” I freeze. My mind swirls with everything I want to say, but my lips betray me. Because vulnerability doesn’t come easy when your heart has learned the hard way that not everyone deserve...