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मैं फन्ना !

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मैं फन्ना… शमा बुझ गई परवाने के जल जाने से, और हम अंधेरे से शिकवा कर बैठे.. मद्धम रोशनी से रात कट तो रही थी, हवा की दुश्मनी से ख़ुद को जला बैठे .. परवाना दूर ही रहता, ख़ुद जलने चला,  आरज़ू दबा कर रखता, अगर मचलता नहीं.. मौत का ख़ौफ़ किसे , इश्क़ में बर्बाद हो चला, कहता, रूह से बँधा हूँ बदन से नहीं ..  शमा का क्या है फिर से रौशन हो जाएगी, हवा का रुख़ कोई और परवाना मोड़ लाएगी.. समझाया उसे, मजबूर ना हो किसी के फुसलाने से, पर अधूरी ख्वाहिश फिर से तलब जगाएगी.. तू फ़न्ना होना चाहता है अपनी मुहब्बत पर, परवाने पर ज़माने को हमदर्दी नहीं.. सुलग कर राख होने को तैयार है, तमाशा बन जाएगा, नादान तेरे चिराग़ को तुझसे वफ़ा ही नहीं ..  - श्रुति

Do broken families create broken families

30% of abused children become abusive parents. Children from divorced families are 2-3 times more likely to divorce themselves. If you were never allowed to express yourself as a child, chances are you won't be able to understand the expression of your children. We mirror the emotions all our lives. Silent treatments given to each other as parents are noticed and absorbed by children only to later on mimic and deliver the same reaction to our partners. The term broken family carries weight that extends far beyond divorce statistics or single parent households. A family where love, emotional safety, and healthy communication is fractured leaves its members to navigate relationships without the foundational tools they need. To name a few, trust issues, emotional dysregulation, unhealthy relationship patterns, selfless struggles, and many more. Create a ripple effect. It creates a ripple effect that don't just affect the immediate members but impacts through generations and commu...

Where do I search for ?

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Where do I search for ? O’ Mahadev,  In this vast, trembling world I wander, Searching for a love like yours- The fire of Parvati’s devotion,  An ocean of surrender that cures.. But here, love is weighed on scales, Measured in coins of want and gains, A barter of fleeting desires, A marketplace of skin buyers.. Where is the grace of union, The silence that sings of trust? Where is the love that bends ego, That sails another weakest ? O’ lord of Kailash,  My eyes are thirsty for the nectar, For the sacred flame of tenderness,  Thy this world of yours is no more protector.. Yet I sit in sorrow at your feet,  Mourning the poverty of love in this world, Yearning where two souls dissolve into one, A divine bond that even time bows before.. https://www.instagram.com/psychotalk_with_drshruti?igsh=d2UwaGxoNHJhMjU4&utm_source=qr https://youtube.com/@drshrutinabriya?si=Jzyx2i0gxlWxHzKP

Overcoming detachment and breakup

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The Harsh Truth We Never Saw Coming Harsh truths don’t arrive gently. They crash like a wave you didn’t see forming — quiet at first, then suddenly pulling you under. It’s the moment your illusions break. What you thought was solid becomes shaky.The person you trusted, the belief you held, the hope you nurtured — all feel like strangers. The truth doesn’t knock. It enters when it wants.And when you’re not ready, it feels like betrayal by reality itself. You feel disoriented. Grieving something you can’t name.Your body tenses. Your chest is heavy. You replay the past over and over, asking: How did I not see it? But here’s what’s rarely said : That moment of devastation is also the beginning of clarity. Raw, painful, unfiltered clarity.It doesn’t heal you immediately, but it starts something honest inside you.And though it hurts, you begin to see:The truth didn’t come to destroy you.It came to free you. Coping with a harsh truth — especially one you weren’t ready to face — takes both ten...

The Noise Within

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THE “NOISE” WITHIN The voices in my head that never really go silent. Some whisper doubts, others shout regrets. They carry the weight of my past, the anxiety of my future, and the confusion of the present. At times, they argue with each other; one pulling me towards healing, the other drowning me in fear. Some voices sound like people I’ve lost, some like the parts of me I’ve tried to forget. They remind me of mistakes, of what I should have said, of what I should never have done. And yet, amidst this chaos, there’s always a softer voice trying to break through; one that says I’m still here, still trying, still worthy. It’s not madness. It’s just me, unfolding. I am slowly unfolding myself, layer by layer, like pages of a story I never had the courage to read. Each emotion, each memory, each scar.  It reveals a part of me I once hid to protect my softness. It’s not easy to meet your own truths, to face the versions of you that you abandoned just to be accepted or loved. But I’ve r...

Raising siblings who choose love over rivalry

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Raising siblings with love is a parenting skill. Two siblings can either be best of friends or the worst enemies. Making your children support each other and develop a strong bond requires nurture from parents. Children observe the mutual support amongst other family members. It always starts with conscious parenting. Give them environment that teaches empathy and compassion.  It starts with understanding child development and psychology. The early childhood experience and birth order plays a key role in shaping their mindset. Elder child is seen to have dictatorship and are responsible whereas the younger sibling is a peace maker of the home and pampered. If parents learn the behaviour based on birth order they will be skilled to navigate their parenting style. Based on Albert Bandura (American psychologist) theories, he states that children learn by modelling family members and parents. If they see you talking with each other respectfully and kindly they learn to inculcate that i...

It’s okay to be not okay

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Not everything can be figured out, not every question needs an answer, not every-time you can pretend to be happy and strong all the time.  You are allowed to have bad days. Being vulnerable is not weakness to hide your emotions.  Acknowledging when you’re not okay is the first step toward getting better. Healing is not always instant like a 2 min Maggi noodle. It’s a slow process which gradually opens doors to self compassion and growth. Healing takes time because it’s just not about fixing what’s broken; it’s about understanding and adapting to what hurt you. Pain, grief or trauma doesn’t fade with single decision. It needs space to felt, understood and processed.  As your body and mind repair, you learn. Letting go of the things that once defined you helps you rebuilt trust and reshaping new identity.  Healing takes time because you are becoming whole again.  “Not every day is meant to be conquered — some are meant to be survived. Follow me : https://youtube....