Yuhin

Let her try, no matter how many times life shuts the door on her, because the day she no longer knocks is the day she loses herself.
~Yuhin

1 month ago | [YT] | 1

Yuhin

There is a quiet kind of loneliness
that exists even in a house full of people.

2 months ago | [YT] | 1

Yuhin

When did someone’s pain become our entertainment?

Every few weeks, the internet chooses a new target. A celebrity, a YouTuber, an influencer, sometimes even an ordinary person who suddenly becomes visible.

It starts with a few jokes. Then memes appear. Soon thousands of people join the same wave of trolling. Most of them don’t even know the full story.

But behind the screen, there is still a real person reading those comments.

We often say, “If you’re a public figure, you should handle criticism.” But criticism and humiliation are not the same thing. The internet has slowly normalized something dangerous turning human beings into punchlines for collective amusement. One comment may feel harmless. But thousands of them can become unbearable.

Before posting the next sarcastic comment or sharing the next mocking meme, maybe we should pause for a moment and ask ourselves:
Are we participating in a conversation or in a digital mob?

Because behind every trending joke, there is still a human being.
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Criticism is normal.
Humiliation should not be.

#StopOnlineTrolling
#CyberBullying
#ThinkBeforeYouComment
#DigitalResponsibility
#OnlineHarassment
#BeKindOnline
#BehindTheScreenIsAHuman
#MentalHealthMatters
#EmpathyMatters
#InternetCulture
#SocialMediaReality
#TrendingTopic
#AnuragDhobal
#UK07 #Rider #BeHuman

2 months ago | [YT] | 2

Yuhin

All the very best, Girl. 🌟
Go claim your space.

2 months ago | [YT] | 2

Yuhin

Empathy is not a transaction!

2 months ago | [YT] | 4

Yuhin

HERE FOR NOW

It’s 1:50 in the afternoon, January 15.
The weather isn’t cold. The sun is out.
I’m on the rooftop. Just me.
There are sounds of vehicles moving endlessly below, yet somehow this place feels more comforting than being inside the house. It’s strange how noise can exist, but peace can still find a way in.
Today, nostalgia visits me quietly.
I remember the days I spent in my village, sitting under the neem tree in the backyard of my house. Most of my afternoons passed there surrounded by greenery, silence, and a kind of peace that needed no explanation.
Since coming to the city, I’ve never found a place that feels that calm, that natural. Yes, there was a garden in my previous home, but here, in this house, the rooftop is the only space where I can breathe and rest for a while.
I watch people rushing, always in a hurry.
Where are they going?
Is it really necessary?
I believe a person only truly needs the basics to live. And most of those who are running already have them. Then why can’t they stop? Why can’t they rest? Aren’t they tired? Aren’t they craving peace too?
If they are, then why does the whole world feel like it’s racing for something that never seems to arrive?
My desire is simple.
I want to return to the time when I was younger. When I lived freely, without constantly thinking about tomorrow. With each passing day, instead of moving forward, I feel like going backward.

What is this feeling?
Am I unhappy?
Or am I simply unwilling to live the way everyone else does?

4 months ago | [YT] | 3

Yuhin

I choose clarity over chaos, creation over comparison, and progress over perfection.

4 months ago | [YT] | 3

Yuhin

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4 months ago | [YT] | 2

Yuhin

Still Here

I didn’t survive because I was hopeful.
I survived because quitting felt permanent.

There were mornings
I woke up already tired of existing,
already negotiating with the day
just get through this hour.

I mastered looking functional
while something inside me stayed unlivable.

I didn’t chase dreams.
I dragged them.
Quietly.
So no one would ask questions.

People call this phase “growth.”
It didn’t feel like growth.
It felt like erosion,
losing pieces until only the essential hurt remained.

I stopped asking for signs.
The universe stays silent
when you need it most.

So I stayed.
Out of spite.
Out of refusal.
Out of the simple, ugly fact
that disappearing would’ve been easier
and I didn’t want easy to win.

There is no victory speech here.
No healed version waiting at the end.

Just this:
I am still here.
And that has to be enough.
(Silence.)

4 months ago | [YT] | 2

Yuhin

Ledger of Silence

I was charged before I understood the price.
Pain came first, explanation never did.

They called it fate,
called it growth,
called it life
anything but theft.

I learned to bleed without sound,
to sign away parts of myself
just to keep the day moving.

What I lost was never counted.
What I endured was never recorded.

Still, the world walks free
while I carry the receipts
in my bones.

I don’t ask for balance anymore.
I exist as the unpaid amount
the proof that something was taken
and never returned.






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4 months ago | [YT] | 1